Life is about death and puppies

My beloved uncle died yesterday. I don't feel sad because I grieved two weeks ago when I remembered how he helped me during the most difficult time in my life. He was my angel then, and now he has returned home for a much needed rest. My aunty will be devastated: if only she knew how soon they will be together again.

Our family has a puppy! It's a nine week old cutie that has stolen my heart. After fifteen years suddenly I am mum to a baby again, constantly aware of its needs. I am reminded anew that love is all that matters. I am so pleased I got to spend quality time with my uncle in recent years, and our puppy is proof that life goes on...