The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying.
And even with grief counseling, alternative therapies, a wide circle of friends, I'm still feeling as though each day is a replay of the day before. I've read everything i can get my hands on. I've scoured the Internet. I go to compassionate friends meetings. I can't think about ...