My grandparents dog died yesterday. My gramps built a coffin and dug a grave. Gramps, Bill, Hub, and I got him in the ground after way more work than any of us anticipated. We said goodbye and I filled in his grave. It was really strange but felt oddly satisfying. Being able to care for Barney one last time felt right. If I hadn't chosen this weekend to come home, they never would have been able to do this, so it felt universal. This year has been awful and I'm really ready for a fresh start.













