Things sure do get interesting some times.

Today, my husband and son have gone to help my father's girlfriend,

a woman I love dearly, a woman who has loved my father in a way no one else can,

They have gone to help her move from her home into an apartment.

The apartment will likely be her dying place, and she is likely to die soon.

Today, a new sunflower bloomed in my garden.

Today, I am running later than expected because I stayed behind to make sure my mother in law,

a beautiful woman who is angry and fed up with not us, but with her disease, is okay.

I have stayed behind to ensure she takes her morning pills and eats something- anything.

I have stayed behind in the hopes that I can leave her for a few hours to rush to my dad's,

say hello and hopefully not goodbye, and then to rush home for lunch with Saribenne.

Today, I found this beautiful green life happily munching on a gorgeous red bloom.

Today, I finally took a picture of the thick,

sticky web that has adorned my dianthus flowers for weeks.

The web, so beautifully delicate and simultaneously strong,

casts an interesting look upon a beautiful set of blooms.

Today, I tried so hard to just listen and feel, and let others feel, as they walk the line

between life and death, between hope and acceptance.

Today, I will try and do that again in another setting, but I will try not to cry,

try not to place my burden on another.

I will do this so that what needs to be done simply gets done

with little fuss or mess.

Today, I found one sunflower just beginning to fade and wilt,

sporting holes from japanese beetles, drooping a little lower than yesterday,

dropping down enough to make room

for a newer, younger sunflower to rise and bloom.

Today, I notice that my garden could use a little rain.

Today, I am sad but hopeful,

a little scared of the days to come,

but trying with all my might to embrace it all.

It is all beautiful when we choose to see it. I really believe it.

I know that with a lot of love,

even more forgiveness, enough laughter,

a few flowers, and a lot of music,

I will get through every bit of it.

Every bit, and so will we all,

we just won't know what it looks like til we get there...

And you know what's funny?

Maybe today just won't go like I think it will after all.

It rarely does.

Besides, it is good to know that even Bob Dylan still has rough days sometimes.