Ashlyn’s ashes

The better portion of this past week has been spent in San Luis Obispo at Chrissy’s house. Most nights have been spent with my dear friend and her sweet son, Xander. She can’t be alone and we grieve together. I drove her to Santa Barbara today to pick up Ashlyn’s ashes. We cried and cried. My poor Chrissy. No parent should have to ride home clutching their daughter’s urn. Her remains were wrapped in her favorite princess blanket, still smelling of the sweet little angel gone too soon.

Some have cautioned that it may be too much for me to endure her heartbreak as well…Ashlyn’s loss is crushing. This past week– especially today– has left me drained. Yet it helps me as it hurts me. Being there for Chrissy fulfills my spirit. Helping my friends helps my heart, mind, and soul.

So why haven’t I written about all this? For whatever reason I still cannot get online at my apartment and Chrissy doesn’t have the Internet at hers. I’ve been blogging on my laptop and will go to the library to upload them all to WordPress tomorrow. Not being able to share my thoughts in ‘real time’ has been both a blessing and a curse. As nice as it is to unplug and reflect within myself, I desperately need an outlet.

Thank you for everyone who has kept us in your prayers. We truly appreciate the support. Give us strength for our journeys as we face long and difficult roads….

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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