There is no little grief....

Two musings on grief today...

I had lunch with an old,dear friend today. We have raised our babies together. We have laughed together, cried together, made many memories. It was gray outside...we were a little gray. I was struck by how easy it is to be in a funk with an old friend. Gray felt more comfortable in her prescence....no shame, no judgment, just safe.

Baby girl and I were at drama club. Temporary Home was playing. The verse about the man dying in the hospital started. My eleven year old nuzzled into my chest and began to weep. My daddy adored her & she adored him. They were best buds. Her grief swept over me. I could only remind her how much Pockey loved her & how safe he is.

No little grief...