Thursday, May 7, 2009


I spent the whole morning emailing back and forth with one of our friends from France, trying to find a decent, super cheap, hotel in Paris (ha!).  I was really having a good time-researching, asking, figuring.
Then the phone rang.
SNAP back into reality.
It was the funeral home saying that that ashes of my babies are ready to be picked up.

Now I'm numb.  The phone has rung twice since and I haven't even looked to see who it is.  

I am so sad.