Today would have been Maggie’s 34^th birthday.  I’m so, so sad today it’s hard to put words to the depths of my sorrow.  I feel like my heart is breaking yet again. Continue reading Happy Birthday, My Angel →

The fire is still burning.  All that’s left of the basket that held the Messages to Maggie is the wire frame glowing red in the embers of the logs.  The ashes of the clothes she wore her Angel Day are scattered about on top.  The better place for them is in the fire than on my ironing board where they’ve sat since that day sans the time they’ve spent snuggled against my face.  My puffy, bloodshot eyes definitely reflect how tough the night was.  But despite the light drizzle, the fire is still burning. Continue reading Messages to Maggie →