Life goes on.  Even when your grieving.  Kids still need to eat.  Things need to get cleaned.  And there are evenings when I can almost climb out of my sadness.

I love sitting on our front porch.


My son bought a horn.  For a semi.

To put in his truck.





I watched this kid play quarterback, receiver, commentator and referee all in one play.



Maybe this week will be easier.  Maybe it won't.  It's ok either way really.  I'm just taking one day at a time.  And the evenings too.

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