The tragedy in Boston leaves me at a loss for words, so I am posting an earlier blog on loss.
This morning I am trying hard not to throw myself a little pity party, complete with doting guests and a big, fat slice of succulent chocolate cake. Last night, not so much. Chris and I had a nice dinner at a new Indian restaurant and he held my hand and listened to me whine.
Thus, this morning I am feeling better but reflecting on the nature of love and loss. I won’t go into details of the profound or superficial losses that are accumulating in my heart as I’m not indulging that pity party anymore. But rather, I’m somewhat comforted by the fact that I have something to lose.
I think dogs are a perfect example of having something to lose. You know from an earlier post that I lost my beloved little dog last month. I’m fortunate to have two other dogs to blunt the sting of that…
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