It took a while - 5 months, to be exact - for me to muster up the strength to do these pages. And they're no work of art. Meager would be a good word to describe them. But I needed to pay tribute to my sweet baby, Samson, whose loss still hurts every single day, and whose absence still makes every room feel empty. I think that completing these pages and mailing this journal on is exactly what I need in order to really start moving again on this project. I've been blocked in a major way. Here's to moving again.