So, sad face, Ceile’s time is upon me. There is a date certain, but it’s not today or tomorrow. A year ago I did not think we’d make it this far, and in spite of all the holes in the carpet, I’m thankful for the time we got.
After lots of words from friends of my own, I realized that in the last 15 years Ceile had made a lot of friends of her own. Friends of Ceile unite and I promise I’ll read them all to her.