
It's been a crazy week. I knew the day was coming. I even planned for it. April 7th is always on my mind as soon as spring begins to push through the winter haze. Then life threw a curve ball and all my plans went out the window. My heart has ached all week long. I've felt the weight of loss that our family has experienced again. Fresh, raw, sadness. In the midst of it all the days blurred and even though my mind failed to take note of the date, my heart did not. I cried this morning because I found a bug in the kitchen. I am quite sure my tears, my frustration were not about the bug. So here's to another year. The memories continue to grow more sweet than bitter.





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