It has been almost 48 hours since Lucy passed on and it has been one of the hardest weekends of my life. It has involved a lot of crying, sobbing, anger, denial, and much more. I am still so reminded over her everywhere I look. The cheerios tossed on the floor by the kids...she would have gobbled them up right away. Turning on the shower this morning...she always liked to take a big drink from the running water before mommy got in the shower. The pain is just so unbearable. There is such a sense of quiet in the house. How I long to hear the clicking of her toenails on the hardwood floor, or to hear her bark at the UPS man one more time. Even though she died in my arms, I expect to see her trotting into the room. I open the door to let her go outside and I remember she is here no more. It is a horrible, horrible loss. My family feels incomplete now...so off balance. Will it ever feel right again?
Caroline
Lucy: April 9, 1999- February 4, 2005