2025 Wednesday — Walking with Chloe

Friends, and everyone and anyone who is reading my stuff — thanks for caring. I never imaged the grief would be so intense after little Mitzi was gone.

I woke this morning, crawled into my clothes, put my hoodie on, zipped it up, and walked to the 3rd Street Beach Lookout . . . then asked God to wash over me like the waves on the sand.

At this moment our grief is taller than the sky. Mr. Fun, little Chloe, and I all appreciate your prayers.

From California’s Central Coast,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol
and Little Chloe