I was never raised by anyone that indoctrinated me into the "Seen and not heard" crap, thankfully. I come from lines on both sides that have fostered empowered women, I am the product of such free-thinking, wild, out-of-control, sexual, strong, intelligent Women, that I myself feel tame when I look back to those Ladies. The energy is potent in me and I yield to no one as a Pavlovian bred dog.

I be WILD
and Rebellious
I be Loud
and Potent
Untamed,
FREE (as a soul can be)!

I am only bound by my heart. I set him free years ago -- In fact I left as I always do. These bangle chains are cast circles of remembrance, of beauty, of melancholy as a natural reverent quality, they are dust and I bone turning to dust, just like everyone else.
Scott does not hold me back. His memory warms me, makes me smile, and reminds me how much I can learn when I push out of my comfort zone... do things that seem scary and unwise. It was passion on such a deep level that the chains that link me back to him, year by year, link by link are Holy, Holy, Holy, and can be taken off at any time should they start to cut the skin.
My Scott, the one I knew is a ghost, yes, as I am from that life so long ago... but not one trapped in a loop, looping round unto itself... it’s a helix, moving along a continuum.

Love your thought provoking comment here, you got me on a bit of a rant (in a goodly productive way). :) Thank you, dear Guy.