As the anniversary of her passing approaches, I find myself getting teary everyday, remembering my last moments with her...I wish I could see her, where she is, what she's doing. Wish she could tell us what we need to be doing that we're not. Wish she could tell us what to change in ourselves (as if we didn't know). How can I tell her that I love and miss her? Stand looking down at her grave? I don't think she waits there for me to come. I think she's busy and lovin' it. But in my heart of hearts I know she misses us too.
Here's a thought-provoking short video with music that has a great message about those who have died and more importantly, a message for those who still live.
http://www.dashpoemmovie.com/
Mom and the girls went to Calla's school for an all-school "Family Night" where we brought blankets, pillows, flashlights and books to read. (Dad had a community meeting he couldn't miss) Teachers had telescopes set-up to look at constellations. The PTO served hot dogs and water. We came home and smelled a skunkish smell really strong. Oh no! Kelly had gotten sprayed. She reeked bad. She wanted in the house, 
but first we had to give her a bath outside in the tub with our special de-skunking formula. Then we took her in the house and gave her one more bath with some special dog shampoo. What a night! But one happy note: Calla's 6th grade class had the most family's participate, so they get a pizza party this Friday.
