And now it's just the three of us. And the dogs. And of course Tug needs a bath.

My friend, Susan, lost her husband to cancer last week. Our hearts hurt for her and their young sons. As always, she has a way with words like no one else: the exact wit of the absolute truth.

The poem she cites in her post today, for Easter, is balm for this difficult spring morning:
Stu McCorkindale, 2/1/50-4/13/11

Thinking of you, Susan, and the boys -

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  1. Thinking of your dear friend and her family.

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  2. Oh, Laura. I am so sorry for your dear friend and her family. I know the feeling of loss. My heart cries for you all.

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