Space

I've started and re-started this post a dozen times and nothing I type feels right. There's so much to process that I find myself wanting to hide in bed for a very, very long time. But there are dogs to feed, a husband to love and work to be done. 

There's no right way to mourn, to process, to continue forward. But there is empathy, there is respect, there is strength. I am here for you, friends, to make space for you and hear what you're feeling. 

There's so much more to be done. So much more.

We're better than this.