There's Emma -- life. And happiness brought. A new sweet little face and spirit, with an insistent, unbridled energy and unslapped-down confidence. A beginning.
For her. For me.
Then there are sad goodbyes to once-vibrant lives. One that took no prisoners--Farrah. And one that became one. Michael.
Hellos, goodbyes. Life. Death.
But always we begin with life. Feeling sad, I look down. Looking up ... I see Emma looking back at me. A purr waiting to happen. Life. Happiness.
Always back to that.