Letting go

I don't use my paper rolodex very often, but twice in the past two days, I have, and I've flipped past this. I deleted her from my phone at least two years ago; I'm not sure why I haven't thrown this out or donated her glasses yet. It doesn't make me sad. Just a bit wistful.

Lost moments

Every once in a while Parker looks so much like pictures of Edie and me at this age that I just can't stand it. And my first instinct is to show my mom. I'm forever grateful that she was able to meet Parker before she passed, but it kills me that Mom doesn't get to see her and Anna grow up. I know she'd ADORE them.

Someone's missing

Somewhere near Rochester right now, a dying woman is hearing from a complete stranger that her dog died. But that the other one is happy, healthy and an integral part of a family who loves him very, very much.

I don't know if that was the right thing to do, but it was up to the shelter what they were going to tell her. I'm heartbroken for her and for the loss of Shadow, all over again.

Monkey business

Most days, I don't even notice this little guy stuck to my desk drawer, but today, I noticed him a lot. He was one of my mom's desk toys, and I love that I have him to keep me company now.