We're home!

We've been gone on our first camping trip of the season. We had a pretty good time even though it rained much of the time we were gone. I had some time to visit with my friend and her family. So it was good.

I ended up deciding to go to Brianna's funeral on Friday. I'm glad I did. It was a beautiful service and she obviously had a lot of love in her short life.
I meant to come home today and blog about all the many, many thoughts I've had over the past few days since I found out that she died. But the truth is, I still haven't been able to sort them out. I'm still very sad about it all. Maybe even a little more sad now that I know how she died. What could have been a long and glorious life cut far too short for the temporary thrill of getting high. And maybe I'm kidding myself that I ever will be able to sort it all out.
I just know that I feel like there's a very large weight on my heart. If it's that sad for me, I don't know how her poor parents can even bear it because I know it's infinitely worse for them.

I missed weigh in on Sunday morning. I meant to take the scale with us but I was distracted and forgot. So I'll weigh in and report tomorrow. I will be happy to have just stayed the same as last week. This was a difficult weekend. All the camping food was WW friendly. But there was a medicinal rice crispy treat (roughly the size of my head) with mini M&M's on Friday. Hopefully the therapeutic 2 1/2 mile hike on Saturday canceled that out. I guess we'll see.