So much love and warmth and kindness came my way.
So many strangers reached out.
I cried on a bench at Tohono Chul.... and then made Ben's Bells beads.... and talked to a tv person.... and put up my hood because it was cold... and there were visitors from Montana and Arizona and California and we all missed Christina-Taylor very much.
They were reflections of my own sorrow.
Sharing it eased the burden.
It will always slice me. I accept that.
I can learn to lean on the joy which remains. It's a much better prop.
I can face the facts bravely, because to turn away is to let him win.
I have much more work to do.
How lucky I am to be here to do it.