It could be four-thousand weeks… the aching heart finds little comfort.

Life moves on. Somehow.

I feel as though I’m merely walking through life without fully participating in it. Automatically doing typical day-to-day things without processing what’s being accomplished.

The dogs are a blessing and a curse. They sense my world is not right and yet they love on me even more. Yet, they also need me which feels like a loving burden at times.