The challenge was to remove myself from the shriner’s club. I knew it would bring up emotions. I figured it would have me jones-ing for Ben & Jerry’s Karmel Sutra. I was poscottive that this is a much needed step in my grief recovery. I was sort of expecting to find myself balled up on the kitchen floor in a fetal position screaming at the unfairness of life. There was screaming and crying and carrying on. But mostly it was from a standing tall position. A primal scream to release the pain of deep seated grief. One more time. This pin was something Scott had left for me to find. I found it again this weekend when I needed it most:  Find a way…or make one.