I posted this over a year ago when we lost Keke, but shortly after that we had a hurricane that destroyed life as we knew it. We never really had a chance to grieve Keke before having to grieve our previous way of life. So I'm reposting this post from last year as a reminder that time has marched on whether we wanted it to or not, and the year has held both joy and sorrow. Reflections I stood outside the funeral home, my feet refusing to walk the last few steps up to the door

I stood outside the funeral home, my feet refusing to walk the last few steps up to the door. It was a beautiful sunny day, and to those driving by, an ordinary one. A few drivers and passengers gave a quick glance our way, but then never gave it another thought. Rain might have been more fitting today, as though heaven itself was crying. But a sunny day was better, because Keke brought sunlight to everyone he touched. Those thoughts filled my mind as I stood frozen just feet

It’s been a sad week. My next post was supposed to be about last year’s nanowrimo experience. Then Tuesday happened. So this post is about sadness. And hope. And all the things in between. On Tuesday I saw that a dear 21-year-old friend of ours had posted that her 5-year-old son had been admitted to the local hospital with a fever and maybe a UTI. Then things escalated, and he was put on a breathing tube and moved to ICU because he wasn’t breathing well. Shortly after, they d