I started...

...to blog several times lately...


...but nothing...


...not a thought...


...just nothing.  I guess sometimes even I have thoughts and words too private to share.


...then yesterday I carried her downstairs and set her on the kitchen table with all the other "stuff" I'm taking to KS. 


As I took her down from the shelf in her room, I realized it was the last time she would be in our home, the last time she would be present, even if she was just in an urn.


...and it kind of messed me up.


Yesterday was bad and today there are still side effects, but I'm excited to see Dean...


...and that's a happy thought.