grief, revisited

 

it is with heavy hurting hearts that we share the loss of our little hart.

we know it will take time to heal.

 it is, not surprisingly, any easier the second time around.

the pain is less sharp, however, and more up a deep ache.

this baby was so deeply loved in the short time we had together here.
 oh the sweet promise of being reunited one day.
 

thank you for your prayers and support as we grieve.

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."

Psalm 147:3

this week

it has been a long few days.

a last minute almost-trip to florida was packed for and then cancelled.  which is nothing compared to the loss of one much loved.  there was no making it there in time to say goodbye to uncle vernon.  

this will be a week of celebrating a life well lived and mourning the loss of a wonderful man.

a week of reunions and tight hugs. a week of tears and stories remembered.

a sad and sweet, long but good week.

in memory of shea

dear shea. . . you joined the family fifteen years ago.  you were an adorable puppy.  you had huge paws and beautiful eyes.  you chased balled up socks.  you were a messy eater.  you liked to escape out open doors and run around the neighborhood.  you worried us when you chased cars on busy roads.  you protectively watched over kittens in the backyard.  your tail could leave a bruise on our legs.  you loved gnawing bones and waiting under the table for dinner scraps.  you smelled kinda funny.  your hair shed all over clothes and blankets and jackets.  you peed in excitement when anyone came over to visit.  you barked loudly.  very, very loudly.



you were a good dog.



 



you were loved.





you will be missed.

shea

1996-2011