This morning I picked up Adrian's ashes.

I waited patiently for them to be brought out to me.  I signed on the line like a big girl.  I picked up my special package from the counter top and walked out of the clinic like an adult. 

Then as I carefully placed her ashes in their very nice, very sturdy blue box next to me, I began to cry.  I hoped no one was looking as I tried to toughen up and started the truck.  Of course the Garth Brooks CD had gotten to it's next track....The Dance.  That's when the sobbing began, and I cried my way out of Waterville.

I miss my girl...but at least she's home for Christmas.


"Our lives are better left to chance,
 I could have missed the pain,
But I'd of had to miss the dance" 

            - Garth Brooks