Old dog in the sun
it must be her last spring.
No chasing butterflies or balls
no splashing in the water.
Just sitting
staying close to her people.
Perfectly content in these soft, fine moments
of April.
Andy's scan of last week showed continued growth of the lung tumors but no new tumors elsewhere in his body. We learned this on Friday and sat with it all weekend. While we worked, while we played, while we slept. Among the weekend's moments there was joy and there was fear. We know this path, we can walk it steadily, most of the time. We turn to each other and need not say a word. The girls seem to hold the knowledge like mist. We watch them carefully and pray for strength.
2 comments:
I always stare at the horizon, lost in thought after I read your posts. Floating here in Moab, thinking of you every time we ride at Bar M where we saw you. Sending you warm loving thoughts from the desert.
We do not know each other, but I have been holding you, Andy and the girls in my heart and prayers for a long time now. Your bravery and grace bring me to tears. Bless you all. Laurie
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