I didn’t sleep much last night – kept waking up realizing that Goldie was no longer by my side. When I finally did get up, I tried to start a new routine. Within a few hours I had a wicked headache. I went to Mass with my parents – Pentecost Sunday. It should have been a joyful occasion, but honestly I don’t even know what was said. I just kept asking God to help me not be so sad. After church we went to lunch and my parents tried to cheer me up. It was nice not to have to cook something. Once we got home, I sat in the recliner, wrapped up in the “prayer shawl” that was made for me dear friends before I moved, turned on some mindless TV and closed my eyes. I was surprised when I awoke 2 hours later. Even though I remember dreaming that my dog was right next to me, I evidently had a really good rest and the headache had lessened. I had shared my loss on Facebook yesterday, and read through the many well wishes, prayers, hugs, and new pictures shared by friends. By the end of the day, I felt a little better and trying to give myself permission to be sad and do what is needed to work through this grief.

I Found God today in the emotional and spiritual support from friends and family.