Taking Stock

It's been six weeks since I lost my dad to a completely random act of incomprehensible violence.  Those six weeks have been, simultaneously, the most whirl wind and the most excruciatingly slow of my life.  We've laughed, cried, laughed some more, and cried again.  I don't even have the words to express...any of it.  But for every heart wrenching moment I have, there's been something equally wonderful to carry me on.

Thank you to everyone for the letters, emails, and messages of support.  Thanks for the food and the company.  Thanks for walks in the woods and sloppy puppy kisses.  Life keeps moving on, and so will we.

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be at your back
May the sun shine warm on your face
The rain fall softly on your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand

Miss you and love you, Dad.  Safe travels.