I told Stella it would be a dishonor to him to be sad and crying and wishing things were different. Sam would want us to stand tall, and together and live much. Yes, I know that words are easy to write and sometimes the heart just can't do it, but Stella is smart and she will figure it out soon. ( I can't really stand her, and often swat her just to remind her that we are not friends, so don't go getting all mushy on me now.) There is no book on letting go and each of us will find our own way to do that. The trick is not to judge one another in how we do that.
Oh yeah, Merry Christmas...( I will be looking for lots of cat food cans in that big old stocking!)