Obituary of Lucy Blosenhauer

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about grief it’s that you have to let it in. You can’t brace yourself against the door of it. You have to let it come, and—I’m not sure what I mean by this—but you have to let it change you too. Yesterday I had Lucy. Today I don’t. It has rearranged who I am, and added a sadness to my cells I have to carry now. I’ve lost animals before, and it was painful to be sure. But this is worse. She woke up every morning and wanted only one thing—to make us happy. That was the purpose of her day. She asked for almost nothing, and gave and gave. To live with that kind of love was an honor and a blessing. Without it, I feel lost.