I’m looking forward to when “now” is a little less heavy.
Lula was a powerhouse. Whatever the event or activity, she was all in. When we took her to the beach, or to a river, or a lake she would blast into the water like comet. If we took a simple walk on the greenbelt behind the house, she would dip her shoulder and pull like a draft horse. She was lithe and limber. She could noodle her way through a narrow creek, slipping over and under felled trees with complete abandon. She was the embodiment of joy.
I miss her with all I am.
