I was awake most of the night thinking about Anna. When I started trembling this morning James gathered me into his arms and held me until I had to let him go so he could get to work. I couldn't get warm and huddled in blankets till after noon. Outside it was awash with rain: it hammered on the ridge vents, dripped dolefully from the gutters, extended its damp, insistent fingers into the den where I sat shivering, wrapped in a fleece blanket. So hard to believe she's gone.

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. . . . . noted and logged by Linda at 6:54:00 PM

Comments:

It's good that James is there to comfort you. Lean on him.

# posted by  Tina : 1:49:00 PM

 

I agree with Tina. And Linda...

{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}

That's all you really need right now. :)

# posted by  Emma : 7:44:00 PM

 

Anna sounds like the type of person who is becoming rarer in this world. We are the lesser by her loss.

--Rodney

# posted by  Anonymous : 10:42:00 AM

 

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