i have always relied on rain
To wash away my grief, or at least offer me some solace. For Max, the rain took a week coming and when it did arrive it was a cold hard rain. As if G-d himself knew how cold and gutted i was, and had only the numbness of cold to offer me.
Partners friends and onetime tenants have a pair of heelers which i got to meet saturday. It helped, though not enough. Not yet.
