Sometimes in the Morning

Sometimes in the morning I come downstairs and think I "feel" Murphy. It's been over a year and there still isn't a day I do not think of her and miss her.

Annie is most like Murphy, even though Murphy "raised" Sage. This "hell-bent" exuberance that Annie has is exactly like Murphy. That glint in her eye, as if to say: "Mom, life is short, I have absolutely got to try this, at least once..." It's Murphy.

But the steady, stoic Sage...I enjoy that "solidness." I don't have to worry....

Life does go on. But Murphy, Murphy finds ways of reminding me she is still here.

Murphy's day.