Hushbear got back with Isabell’s ashes tonight close to 7. I’m not completely sure what I expected.

I took the box from him when he got here. It’s so light. It’s almost like there’s not anything in there. It’s sad. She wasn’t very big, but her personality could fill a room and now she fits into a little box.

The loss doesn’t hurt as much as it did. But it still hurts. I can’t sleep. I can’t study. At least I feel like I can breathe again.