Right now, I have six applications on my desk from animal rescue organizations in desperate need of help. Each one of them is unique -- yet, the urgency is the same. Their facilities are on the verge of collapse or closure. And, without the buildings -- what happens to the animals they rescue and save?
What I'm left with now is not only all of Chrissy's things for the time being, but this drive to carry on without her. I refuse to acknowledge we lost, that I am defeated. She wouldn't want that. I try to appreciate beautiful days for both of us. I've caught myself wondering if I can accurately gauge what she would and wouldn't have loved. I think I can. No, wait -- I know I can.