It amazes me that three months has passed already.
Mostly, I'm okay.
I set aside my time to cry, when I know I'm going to be alone.
There are some projects in the works to keep me busy.
I still miss my little girl very, very much....
...but, right now, at this very moment, it doesn't feel so debilitating.
That's not to say that those horrible tears won't be back 5 minutes from now.
Grief can be so unpredictable, that's the hell of it.
But grief doesn't seem to be my main focus anymore.
Lots of pots in the fire right now.
The most pressing at the moment being Tiger.
He's very sick. And we need your prayers.
"Pancreatitis", the vet says.
He's lost so much weight. Vomitting. Diarrhea. Dehydration.
Large vet bills at the most inopportune time.
Yes, he's "just a cat", but we love him like family.
And losing him would just be another blow.
A swift kick to someone desperately trying to stand up.