We both move slower now, I push her wheelchair everywhere she goes. Even to the Falls. She likes to take a path along the river. It has a rise. Going down is easy. but coming back -? I was barely able to get her up and over the last time. Can I do it again? And if I can't then what? Maybe I shouldn't try. But the river is high now and red buds and the dogwoods are blooming. I will push her down that path – and back over that rise. 

I will! 

But her other journey is down a different path.

Death is a journey inward our daughter says. The world we live in becomes smaller as we take that journey. I will not push her down that path. But I will walk down it with her and hold her hand, until she lets go.

And today she let go. My hand is empty now.

She's gone.

Goodnight sweat Princess and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqZ0Sdz_V40

Sorry, Paladin.

Keyfer