Love is watching someone die.

I can't remember if I was supposed to start blogging yesterday or today. Oh we'll, today, it is. I'll still do 30 days (fingers crossed) either way.

Since my last post I've had the atypical mole removed from my shoulder. Still no word on whether or not the cells were cancerous, but they wanted to remove it since it was growing so rapidly. They called me a few days ago to ensure me that the margins were clear, meaning they got all of it either way. The most valuable lessons I've learned from this are (1) I will ALWAYS wear SPF 30+ in the sun and reapply often and (2) stitches are dumb.

Son, The Captain's grandfather stayed with us for a full week longer than the doctors foreshadowed, but he finally made his way home to be with his Lady two Thursdays ago. TC and I had a great visit with him a week before, and everyone is so at peace. There was a very small, very private service for him this past Thursday. The minister described Son and Lady's reunion as Jack and Rose's at the end of Titanic, which is the most fitting analogy I can think of. They loved to dance together, and we're all confident they'll be dancing for all eternity.