It's so interesting, discovering just how often the scariest moments in life can turn out to be the ones you cherish the most.
We're staying at my parents' place in the city during this interim week, between when we sold our house and when Kendrick graduates, and the second night we were here my son said, "There are two cats here. Wesley is here and Roxie is here, but Simon isn't here because he died." I had told him that Simon died - when I got home in the morning, I explained that I had gone to Nana's the night before because a sad thing had happened and that she had needed me - but I didn't know if it had hit home. And it had.
"Where did Simon go?" he asked.
