I had a terribly sad conversation with my mother today -- her favorite and most cherished cat ever, Minnie, died a few weeks ago. She hasn't been able to talk about it until now. She still cries when she says "Minnie" out loud, but I've been there. And I'm sure I'll be there again.
Lots else going on in my head (mostly just in my head), but I don't really feel like writing about it just yet. As the kids on Facebook say -- "it's complicated."
When isn't it?
