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And ya know, that was the most difficult part... once we lost Jan, my (then) 13 yr old daughter inherited Jan's rottie, Shadow... and he slept on the foot of her bed... and when he crossed the rainbow bridge this year, well, the girl was cast alone once again in sorts, as she'd lost another major anchor. She didn't lose sight of me or her younger brother, but she'd lost so much comfort from her life.

My oldest son recently told me he couldn't imagine how a parent could care so much for his kids, and maintain sanity. I have two answers: you don't have a choice, so you do what you have to do, and next, you try to be both nurturer and disciplinarian, albeit with a serious deficit.

I so appreciate your support. Jan developed leukemia. She died from the chemo during the intent to save her life with a bone marrow transplant.

I can say from experience... our society doesn't teach us how to deal with loss. It's a damned lonely path, and a whole lot harder when you're trying to pull an adolescent daughter and even younger son with learning disbilities through it at the same time. My daughter was quite vocal and expressive about things, but it took years for my youngest son, who was 9 at the time, to even discuss his mom's death.

Really, what can you say? ... You do what you have to do I guess.

God, our Father,
Walk through my house, and take away all my worries and illnesses, and please watch over and heal my family.
In Jesus' name.
Amen