2012 and 2011 were characterized by loss for me. After my father-in-law's unexpected passing last year, the losses continued. I've lost dreams, hopes, dignity, sleep, etc. It's become tiresome to be the person who is grieving, processing and circling around on the merry-go-round of loss. I still can't write about it elegantly or deeply. I use other people's words or cliches. I wish my response to this prompt involved weight or maybe a broken keepsake. Maybe for WEverb13?