I’ve been having some really whacky, unhinged and often upsetting dreams the last few weeks. This morning I woke up crying for Linus and even patting the bed while I called out for him. But he’s not here. And he’ll never be here again and I’m having such a hard time coming to terms with…

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”― Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights A friend got me this beautiful painting of Linus. I put it next to the bed bc Linus and…

Sometimes I watch videos of him and just cry and cry and cry and cry.

I’m supposed to be in Washington.  Last year I booked a dream trip for the end of August: four days hiking through Olympic National Park and then three days kayaking the San Juan Islands.  I’d been checking the website for summer dates to be released and was the first person to sign up for both…

Every day that goes by is a day further away from the last time I held him.