I just got back from a bike ride with a deer scapula strapped to my package rack. Jessica was on my mind. I was ready to clean a bit, but thought to check my email first. There was Jessica’s email, the end, the beginning. I knew it had happened. Cindy died this morning at 8am. I would like to say I felt it then, but it was only on seeing Jessica in my inbox that I knew. Sitting in my studio, face stained with tears, I heard Tesha step outside and greet the yard rabbit who was sitting at the front door...death and life together.