Sometimes the difficult stuff piles up. Take deep breaths, and cherish the small moments when people (or events) offer succor, and love. Friends can make a world of difference. I am thinking of my parents, losing them six months apart. Friends helped me through that, they offered small gestures that I could focus on. Each of you, Dorothy and Michelle, take from this thread what you can. For two people I've never met, I have such profound respect, so please know that we are following your stories with true interest. Share what you feel is appropriate. Venting helps.

I'm home again. Luggage unpacked, lots of stuff in the laundry. The dogs were ecstatic to see me, and when my ex stopped by (he has been feeding them) they were sure they were going to get lucky - SOMEONE was going to feed them soon. ;) Their lives are simple and their love is constant. I had a great trip that felt like a lot longer than just seven days. Travel is therapeutic, and I got a lot from this excursion.