The world seems a brighter happier place after a days rest and a nice long nap. Being tired makes emotions much more intense. Yesterday I went to a local farm stand a bought some sunflowers, bringing a big bouquet of cheerfulness into our house-it is a delight. I also have started to journal (at the suggestion of Silke and Renate) and it is helpful. I'm keeping a book with photos, quotes and making up poems, when I am done some of the sadness has been released in the pages and is gone. I read a poem by Mary Oliver that has stuck in my mind "The god of dirt came up to me many times and said many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, crow voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever." Thank you for all your support as I work through my grief.