Gotta be able to support your dog in the style he has become accustomed to, meara.

This is very true. I think my friend bought him new expensive food while I was gone too. And he has a groomer appointment next week!

Yes, thank you, David

I think my friend bought him new expensive food while I was gone too.

Oh that’s not gonna end well for you.

I feel we are all together and it’s just… a gift.

So much this. I’m deeply grateful.

Oh that’s not gonna end well for you.

I’m not sure how expensive but it’s what she buys for her dog (who is also hwre) but it’s probably more than the Costco food I was buying him, I assume!

I know it’s fast fashion, but I got this dress in dusty pink and it’s super cute on me: [link]

David I’m sure it can be difficult but I feel it’s such a gift that you are sharing this time with us. Thank you. I feel we are all together and it’s just… a gift.

I've often felt like our culture is really bad at facing death. It's hidden. It's commercialized.

We had my mom at home with hospice care as she died and while it was hard (very hard) it was also a powerful and beautiful experience.

I knew we would have Jacqueline home and in hospice care as she faced the end of her life.

And I wanted to show two things: how very loved she is, and how it is a part of life.

Super cute, Steph! I'd normally be hesitant to order from them but if you had a positive experience, I might risk it...I do love a ditsy print...

Good luck, Sheryl, I've been there. No fun. You'll get through.

I'll add my thanks, David. I'm glad (well not "glad") we can be with you guys in whatever way we can. (BTW, I used the movie "Clue" when I needed background dialogue that wasn't too much. And in the hospital I watched Pride & Prejudice over & over. Y comfort movie MV).

There are three people I know who I think could write incredible books on the subject of death and loss: you, Hec, with the moving towards it with as much grace as can be mustered; my friend J from an old job, who's an artist whose mother died at the end of a long, but complicated life, and who's been processing her own complicated feelings about it; and my friend L, whose younger brother, whom she had adored from the moment of his birth, died suddenly and unexpectedly of a heart attack, and who has, like J, been processing her loss (and the artistic community he was a huge part of's loss) with a kind of raw courage and eloquence that leaves me in awe.

I feel we are all together and it’s just… a gift.

This.