Life Goes On...

I got off the couch this weekend. To my husband's delight, I got off the couch this weekend and rejoined society. I got a hair cut. I went to yoga. I took Trigger Monkey on a walk. Before this weekend I thought about living as a hermit for the rest of my life, but that feeling subsided with time.

I miss Martha Fauker. I miss her smell when I kissed her forehead; her smell was as distinctive as the smell of a horse. I also miss her sounds. Her snoring at night. Her coughing and hacking during the day. I miss Martha and I can't believe she's gone. I miss her, but the pain today isn't as bad as it was before...I miss Martha Fauker...but today I realize that life goes on...