Come on over to Jenny Matlock's for Saturday Centus. Amazing people visit there.
I'm not real sure about this, but it's what came out when i put finger to keyboard.
The prompt is in blue.
It had cost him so much.
He had given up more than anyone knew.
He gave me the most precious gift, he gave it freely and with love.
But he is gone.
It has kept me warm and eased my sorrows for a long time.
That's why it meant so much to me, and why, even though i miss
him still, it is time to pass it on, to give it away.
Such a gift must not be hoarded, must not be kept to myself.
There is someone, somewhere in the dark who needs the light of this gift.