This is Sophie. The first day we brought her home. She was so little. She was a drawf lopp ear. So she didnt get much bigger. She did get a little chubby. She was so cute.

I have so much to say. I had been void for weeks. Mother's Day is always hard. Turmoil at the house. I need the drama to stop. My soul hurts. I went to a concert with hope of finding answers. It was given by Norma Gentile. And I was not disappointed. http://www.healingchants.com/ Friday night Trina and I went together. And then Saturday , I went to the Reiki part. The relief of saying good by to some, releasing, and then finding the new. Mother's Day was pretty easy. I had dealt with some of the pain. It's been 27 years. And yet it seems like yesterday. We stayed home. My request. We organized and cleaned out. Don bought me White roses. Which are my favorite. My daughter bought me a lens for my camera. I had a good day. We spent time as a family. I started playing with the program on the computer for pictures. Very limited, but it is something.

Then Monday, I had felt uneasy and Tuesday I felt uneasy. and about 3pm that afternoon I found out why. Sophie one of my bunnies had a heart attack and died. It was so quick. No sign of sickness. She just fell over. We tried CPR and no luck. She was gone that quick. I screamed. I cried. She looked so serene. Sophie was white with black spots. Lop eared. Attitude deluxe. I sobbed for hours. I called Tina at work and she even came home. She even held me as I cried. I loved my Sophie. Thank God Don was home when she died. He took her out to bury her. I was sobbing. Cozmo our cat who is black with a little white, followed him. Don laid Sophie under the tree and went to get the shovel. Cozmo laid down beside her. They were buddies. Yes a cat and a rabbit can be friends. Don dug the hole and laid her in it. Cozmo stood up and looked like he was saying good bye. Don covered her up. And when he walked away so did Cozmo. Maybe he knew Don needed a little extra help too. I have cried for her all week. Toby her rabbit husband is confused. But he is doing ok now. It still hurts. But I am gald and thankful that she did not suffer.

Last week my son brought me in a rose. He had given a red rose that I grew, to a friend's mom and asked for one of hers for me. My son is 19,almost 20. He brought it to me at work and held it out and I thought of the little boy who always brought me flowers. Now he asks before he picks them.

This was the week of chaos and confusion and letting childern grow into their own. Making their own mistakes. And being there to help pick up the pieces , which you knew were going to be massive.

I didnt have a camera till it was almost to far gone. But the sunshine it brought was like the light at the end of the tunnel. It gave me strength and hope. And it showed me that the bearer of the gift was still my little boy I loved. And we would get through this.