Vivian taking a nap with me,
and Layla keeping watch.

I am up and down. It’s odd the things that seem to trigger mood swings. This morning, I was looking at a Winnie the Pooh & Christopher Robin stamp that I’d used on a plaque. When I was making the tiles and the plaque, I didn’t make any connection to anything other than I like the stamp. This morning, I saw Diego in the stamp. And I thought about how he would have been running along holding on to his tiger instead of Pooh. When we buried him, I placed a lion stuffed animal that his father (my brother) had given me 20 years ago in the coffin with Diego. It wasn’t a tiger, but Jack had given it to me, and somehow that circle made me feel better. This morning, I filled with regret that it wasn’t a tiger, and of course, sadness that Diego is gone, anger at the unfairness of it all, and concern for my family.