It’s 10:30 and I’m home alone …I’m not sure when the last time that happened. Diane and Gabe are up in Montreal.. and I’m just about to kick off work and go to bed.. I’m just so tired for some reason..   I think it has been the echo’s of Elijah Davis’s death and funeral. Grieving is just such hard work, even if your not family.. It’s like a dull headache.. always in the back of your mind, pulling at you…

Elijah’s mother Tammy is writing about her family’s path on the Davis Farm facebook page and her beautiful blog.  Here writing is so peaceful and clear. I so admire her and her family’s strength. Ans so appreciate her sharing her thoughts..  It helps us all.. I know how valuable it was for us to write.  Today Tammy talks about sleep .I remember how tired I was in those early days.. at the same time I didn’t want to sleep.. I didn’t want to miss anything.. and I remember being afraid to dream.. it’s funny thinking of that now, because I loved.. and still love…  to dream of Sam.

It’s peaceful here right now (minus the loud techno music I’m playing ) .. I can hear crickets.. it ‘s an end of summer sound..  i think I’m going to go up in the tower and see if I can sleep..

nite all, nite sam

-jc