Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. For your comments, your e-mails and the personal stories of loss that you sent to me, the stories you shared, your kindness. Thanks for not coming down on me for being indulgent in the face of so many other much worse tragedies. Thanks for just giving me a place to name my saddness and then, send it off into the air.
Truth is, I feel pretty good now. Writing to you about it, helped me let it go, tear through the disappointment and focus on what I have and the good things to come. That's all you. So, really, thanks for being there.
So, if you thought we Fosters were spending our time staring at our shoes and crying into our goblets of Pinot Grigio, well, I give you proof to the contrary - ice cream face painting, puddle jumping and other happy playground hi-jinx.
Have a wonderful weekend, my friends. We plan to do the same.
PS: This weekend, I'll go through all the comments from the last post and try to answer your individual questions in comments there. Thanks!