A Rough Patch
What is it they say, 'You don't know how it feels until it happens to you.' In the last few weeks, we buried Peaches, went and picked up Sunny's ashes in a box, did a middle-of-the-night E.R. run with a friend who hit a bump in her recovery from heart surgery, and gathered to toss roses into the Rio Grande for Glen. No way out but through, right? Our hearts are broken. And at any given moment, our hearts also laugh and sing. This is Calamity. Embracing calamity.
