I apparently still have my flintknapping skills. I made a 1.5” arrowhead from scratch (i.e. a raw chip) this afternoon for the first time in almost four years. My grandfather had a stash of them I made for him and my grandmother when I was in high school but apparently he has been giving them away or selling them to gullible tourists. He asked if I had any more last time we talked on the phone. I finally got around to digging out my toolbox where I keep my collection of authentic stone age style tools and the points I have in various stages of completion. I mailed him the finished and near finished points I had at the start of the week.
Looking through my tools got me thinking about why I had stopped flintknapping. I traced it back to my sister’s death. The last point I made was in Canehill in the weeks before her suicide. It was a pink glass point as well. I made it and left it on the kitchen table and I had thought I had lost it for a while. I found it on my sister’s knickknack shelf in her bedroom after. I just haven’t been able to talk myself in to picking up my hammer stone and my antler tines since. I convinced myself it was because I had warn out my leather hand protector used to keep from driving shards into my palm while pressure flaking the edge of a point. In reality it was just an excuse. 
