My tears are my prayers. Still.
Several moments yesterday when I didn't cry (at least on the outside) and a few more weeds got pulled.
I am so thankful for the doghair.
And for all the support.
As Brenin put it this week, there are no words....and there will come a time, not too long from now, where I will be able to remember without sadness, remember the happy, the good, the "Ours".

Brenin-that's one wise guy. And I know he's right. I just got to get through this. And I am.