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. Our hearts are broken. Our hearts are broken. And moment by moment, at least for now, our hearts continue to beat.  

 This is Calamity.

Embracing Calamity.