Grieving in my own way

I still can't write too much about this. I'm currently waiting on Laura's delayed flight to join her in the rental car for the viewing which starts in .... 10 minutes. Is it wrong that I'm kinda glad her plane is delayed and I don't have to be there for the entire time? Seriously, there is just something about a 17 year old that you adore that is just painful beyond worlds. It's a whole new meaning of being taken too soon.

I've been sorting through some photos for the funeral and these made me smile... and then cry.

Now....
Then....

Brit battled Lymphoma and beat it when she was just 11 years old. I was so blessed to live closer then and visit her more. However, I just can't write what a blessing it was to have that last week with her. I can't believe I'm already back to Indy in less than a week. I digress...
I was big into magic back then and she loved it. This time, I think it was more of a humoring ol' Aunt Marti. She did enjoy, however, showing some of the tricks to the other kids on the Cancer Unit. Hence, no photos this time of magic.
Brit with Suzy when she was just a babe.
One of my favorite photos. My two first girls. :) This was the lake I used to live on in Indiana. Britany just adored Nala. One of our last discussions was how I could bring Nala up to visit because she really missed her. Sadly, she may get a chance to see her soon... Poor dog is over 14 years old..... THAT, my friends, may just put me over the edge. For now, I'll dry my eyes again and get ready for that viewing... Laura just landed.