Go From Here!

Rain is slowly coming back. The pump still dries out every day, but at least I can fill my barrel with rain water sometimes.

I’m still crying every day, but the gaps in between are growing.  I miss Krista so much and the four hours of soft rock and smooth R&B we listened to in the taxi did not help.  Wanted to punch that radio over and over until it spoiled.  Luckily for it, I couldn’t move in my “seat.”