An ode to Val

It isn't really an ode.  It is more of a note about Val.  Me.  To a golden statue from a best kind of friend named Cheryl.  Thanks girly.  :)
http://kcldstemple.blogspot.com/2011/06/weeds.html

We are ok.  We now understand what it means to have

 "bad days," "waves of grief"

and how just sometimes getting out of bed is as good as it gets that day.