Dear Debbie, Friday was four months at the Bridge for T.J. Whether it's four weeks, four months, or four years, we remember them with as much love and as much longing as ever. In time, that sharp pain fades, though. It's the one thing we can do without. Four weeks is such a short time tough. Everything is still so fresh, so hard to believe, and so impossible to process. Reality is coming back into focus, and time is moving forward whether we like it or not. I'm thinking of you and Misty tonight, sending as much healing energy your way as I can muster.
My heart is battered and bruised, but I will not let it break. It holds such precious cargo, I must protect it now. (Susie Squillions)
"Memories of loved ones are like songs in our soul." Margaret Wakeley
BUDDY GUY AYRES~LYNCH'S RESIDENCY:
KING BING THE GOD CAT'S RESIDENCY:
In one of the stars, I shall be living.
In one of them, I shall be laughing.
And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night.
~ The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery