The last of the puppies left yesterday...
...and today, the last (human) visitor--Aunt Joyce--went her way, carted off by some long-time friends of the family, Ken and Freda.
I had thought to stay up late and begin the task of posting pictures and words from the past nine days of extra-special visitors and moments. But I can't seem to make myself do it tonight.
Tonight is a time for feeling the weight of emptiness, for missing those who are no longer here. And then time for resting and preparing to wake up tomorrow and switch gears. It's time to figure out what normal looks like again!