As I was walking this morning I was thinking about the post I made the other day about Meg. I was thinking how nice it is to be able to express these feelings online and share them with people, I was thinking about the email I received from my mom saying that the post made her cry. And then I realized that the person who would most like to hear these sentiments, Meg herself, probably won't. I don't think she even knows I have a site. And I realized: I think I'm doing this great job of communicating when in reality I'm opening up to strangers, but am too afraid to open up to the people towards whom the sentiment is directed.