Oh Sweet Constance~ There are no words I can utter that will make a difference in the loss you are feeling in a world without the physical presence of your maman. I too understand how absolutely blessed i was to be part of Cowboy's life-and journey- and holding his hands as he passed on. You & I are truly lucky, because as devastating as cancer is, we learned how truly strong people face it and take it on in their own terms. The rest of it was in the living, indeed. I know too, that i still look for signs that he is with me. At first i did not feel them. But now, beautiful one, i promise you, they are there. Not just the spirit that lives inside you, but she will find you too. Love Love Love to you and your Family~ XOXOXO Rhonda Roo

Jeez. I sure wish I had waited until AFTER my night time walk to read this one! Spookkkyyyy. Great job and the photos made the tale! Happy Halloween XOXO Boo To You From Roo http://roostreehouse.typepad.com/

cakey cakey cakey cake. Besides the conversation it is the best part of a family reunion. You get past the mond blowing gobs of homemade casseroles and hams and fried chicken (I live in the South) and here comes that cake. Served with coffee, and talk of the good ol' days. Cake is real. xoxoxoxoxviiiixoxoxo

Definitely one of the coolest names (and oh that style!) for cakes I've ever heard and seen. Wowie wow. Who cares what they taste like (though I am guessing scrumptious),those cakes are ah-ma-zing works of art! Cool find Veevala!!! {sometimes, in my secret gooey center of my heart, i wish all i had to do was bake creations in my hip little bakery in downtown Havana......}

I have to thank you for posting this, and not deleting it, because, as it has been noted in comments before me, you have opened the door (and in a wonderful way given us permission) to talk about a subject that often weighs heavy because we usually feel we must bear it alone, unwilling or afraid to give it a voice. Well dearest Constance, through your blog I have met Writer Girl Dreams, and her posts have meant everything to me. The Cowboy i love has inoperable stage IV esophageal cancer, which has metastasized and is in his liver. The docs aren't giving us much hope, and we are facing an all too short finite number of days... i think, how I will embrace the end of my life, and the lives of those i love, is the biggest testament to how i lived life. Cowboy is teaching me this, the hard lesson, this very moment. Cowboy says this slow dance we're doing is actually a blessing: to know the sacredness of each moment, to realize that few have the opportunity to celebrate life BIG before becoming a shooting star, is the best way to go. little legacies are befalling us-words of wisdom, trade secrets (of carpentry, handed down from generation to generation), practicality and whimsy, and always laughter. the tale is in the living. thank you. xoxoxox