Weaving Our Way through Loss

Lighting a candle for Rufus and watching the flame dance and flicker.

A huge cold flatness grips at the soul and



this morning we had to escape the dead quiet of a house once filled with the daily habits and noises of an 8lb furry little bundle.

It was a comforting drive, the sun sparkled on the snow, the fields and pine trees.  Gardens with snow animals made us smile. I tried to capture