One wrong lean from a power wheelchair to grab... an Amazon package? Boom💥—falling hazard, butt hits frozen ground, potential disaster for my human. Holding a door + awkward maneuvers on ramp + leaning over flailing an arm trying to grab a package = high-risk mission. It's my time to shine. Watch me handle it🐕‍🦺: Door held open. I strut out like I own the ramp (because I basically do), snatch the small package—sashay back inside past her with "excuse me, hero coming through" energy, execute a flawless turn, and place it gently in her hand. Boom. No butt-on-ground incidents today. Her face goes from tense to that soft, grateful glow, eyes saying "You just saved my dignity, you magnificent beast." I melt. Every. Time. There's going to be ear scritches coming up.❤️🐾 That's us: turning potential wipeouts into "we got this" cuddles. My absolute favorite gig. ALSO...meet the under-ramp squatter: a rogue rabbit who's claimed the spot as his zero-rent winter palace 🐇. Every trip, he's just... there. Lounging like he invented cozy. I give him the barest half-second side-eye—like noticing a stray leaf—and keep rolling. I could evict him with a single bark or chase him off the property, but I have more important business. He's irrelevant. A fuzzy dust collector with delusions of grandeur. I fetch packages and save butts. He... exists. Not my problem, fluff-for-brains. Being my human's safety net in these everyday battles? It's not just service—it's my love language. She's my whole world on wheels, and every gentle hand-off feels like "I've got you, always." Heart full. Tail wagging. 🐾❤️🐕‍🦺 🎥 attached—share if I made your heart smile today. Tag a friend who needs this vibe! #ServiceRottie #ChesnyyTheSassQueen #RottieLove #NoButtOnGround #DisabilityDog #GoodGirlSavesTheDayshow more

"My dad forgot my name last Thursday. He looked... at me for a long time and I could see him trying and I smiled and said it's okay Dad and meant it and didn't mean it. Yesterday I brought Bruno to visit. Dad was in his recliner staring at the window the way he does when he's somewhere we can't follow. Bruno walked in. Dad turned. And his whole face — his whole face — became the face I grew up with. He reached out both hands. He said Bruno's name perfectly. Clearly. No hesitation. He said it the way you say the name of something you have loved so long it lives below the place the disease can reach." He held Bruno's face in both hands for a long time. He talked to him. Full sentences. Things I haven't heard from him in months. He said — "There's my boy. There he is. I knew you'd come." I sat in the corner of that room and I let them have it and I didn't make a sound because some things are not for witnessing loudly. My dad has Alzheimer's. Some days he knows me. Some days he is somewhere I cannot find him. But he always knows Bruno. Every single visit. Every single time. Bruno walks in and my father comes back to the surface like something in him refuses to forget the one who never left. I don't know what that is. I don't know the name for it. I just know that Bruno walks into that room and my father says his name and for a few minutes I have my dad back. That's everything. Some days that's just everything. Drop a ❤️ for Dad. And for Bruno who finds him every single time in places I can't reach.show more

🐕‍🦺❄️ Back when my heart felt cracked from losing... my mentor dog, Kuno, and my Bully Bestie, Pistol (you know, the kind of crack that makes a rottie stare out at the world all thoughtful-like on the ramp, tail wagging slow)... I used to wonder, 'how do you heal a broken heart?' 💔 Then along came this tiny tornado named Kenji. One snowy backyard later: zoomies, tag, me dropping into fast downs like a pro, him yeeting off his snow mountain with the most ridiculous adorable play bow ever 🏔️🐶 He chews my ears like they're premium bully sticks, sits on my head like it's his personal throne, climbs all over me 24/7 like I'm a living jungle gym... and yeah, I tolerate every chaotic second of it. Because despite the tiny-monster energy? I love that little wrecking ball dearly. ❤️ Now? I'm up on the deck, front paws on the railing, looking out and feeling like yeah... my world's pretty darn good again. Turns out "love again" isn't some big dramatic thing—it's a baby brother who thinks you're the best big sis in the universe, endless puppy chaos, and choosing patience over perfection. Healed by one fluffy disaster. Works every time. Who else's heart got patched up by a pup who tests every limit (but you still adore)? Spill it, I wanna woof back! 🐾😭 P.O.L. (proof of love) in attached videoshow more

I never imagined that a day would come when... I would feel this helpless…😔 My little cat Lucy is in my hands right now, a tiny body exhausted by pain. Today she fainted again… and she hasn’t woken up for hours. I rushed her to the vet, begging him not to let her die in front of me. I was ready to do anything just to keep her alive. I don’t know what is happening to her, and I don’t know if I have failed her… but I swear I have never left her alone for even a single day. I have always been by her side, trying to be her safety in a harsh world that shows little mercy to the weak. Lucy is not just a cat… She is a small soul that became attached to me, trusted me, and believed that I would protect her from pain. But the painful truth today is that I am helpless… helpless to save her on my own. I appeal to every heart that still carries compassion, to every person who has not lost their humanity: Please do not let this small creature face pain alone. Any help or donation — no matter how small — could be the reason she survives. Maybe to some people she is just a cat… But to me, she is an entire world beating in my hands right now, a world that feels like it is about to fade away. I wish you had not been born into such harsh circumstances, my little one… But I promise I will fight for you until the very last moment. And forgive me if I fail to save you. 💔show more

"My son Ryan was 24. He came home from... Afghanistan in a flag-draped coffin on a Tuesday. Max was his dog. Ryan trained him from a puppy. They were inseparable for four years. We couldn't tell Max. I don't know how you tell a dog. I don't know if you can. All I know is that Max lay against Ryan's bedroom door every single night for eleven days. Not inside the room. Against the door. Like he was keeping it for him. Like he was making sure nobody closed it all the way." On the twelfth day I sat down on the hallway floor beside him. I don't know why the twelfth day. I had walked past him eleven times. The twelfth time my legs just stopped. I sat down on the floor and I put my hand on his back and I said Ryan's name out loud for the first time since the men in dress uniforms came to my door. Max lifted his head. He looked at me. He put his head in my lap. We sat there on the hallway floor for a long time. Neither of us went into the room. Neither of us was ready. Maybe neither of us will ever be ready. That's okay. The door is still not closed all the way. Some people you just keep a place for. Ryan. Max is still at your door. He's going to be at your door. We both are. Drop a ❤️ for Ryan. Share this for every Gold Star family tonight. You are not carrying this alone.show more

"My brother called me at 2am from a gas... station parking lot. He said he wasn't okay. I mean really wasn't okay. I stayed on the phone with him for three hours. He wasn't alone in that car. Atlas was with him the whole time. My brother told me later — 'Every time I went somewhere dark in my head, Atlas would shift closer. Like he could feel exactly where I was going and he just kept pulling me back without touching me.' He's getting help now. He made the call himself Monday morning. He said Atlas kept him in that car until it was a different kind of night." I drove to that gas station at 5am when he finally said I could come. I stood outside the passenger window before I opened the door. Atlas was on the passenger seat. His head on the console. Watching my brother. Still watching. He had been watching all night. I stood in that parking lot in the cold and I looked at my brother alive in that car and I looked at the dog who kept him there and I couldn't open the door for a long time. I just stood there. Needing a minute to be grateful in the cold before I went inside the warm. My brother is okay. He's talking to someone. Atlas hasn't left his side since that night. If you have someone who isn't okay — call them tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight. And if you ARE the someone who isn't okay — please call. There is a person on the other end who will stay on the phone for three hours. I promise you there is. Drop a ❤️ for my brother. And for Atlas who held that car together until morning.show more

There comes a time when loneliness grips the soul,... when I feel helpless, fragile, and worn from the inside out. Deep in my heart I bleed, my face often washed with silent tears, and sometimes my mind shuts down from the weight of it all. I crave freedom, yet every window feels sealed, every door locked, even the ventilators no longer bring fresh air to my lungs. It feels like the world is closing in on me. But still… something stronger lives within me. What strengthens me is this: I still breathe. I still find the courage to speak. And somewhere in my soul, joy refuses to die. Because the One who lives in me walked through the valley of death and came out victorious. He was humiliated. Stripped. Beaten. Treated with inhuman cruelty yet He rose. So if I find myself in the valley, I must also rise. I must grow. For if I do not, no one absolutely no one will lift me for me. So I call on heaven and on my own bones: Raise my spirit. Strengthen my body. Teach my heart to stand again and again!show more

Eben Etzebeth's post on Instagram: Hey Everyone I've been... quiet, but now that my hearing is done I think I owe everyone an explanation First of all, this is not a post to show that I was not guilty, I accept guilt. I made a mistake and I'm willing to serve a suspension which I deserve. I don't want young kids who look up to the Springboks to think that it's OK to eye gouge someone, because it's not, but unfortunately mistakes happen and I made a big one for which I'm sorry. But I'd like to answer the question - why did you do such a thing? It was a mistake caused by my reaction and other factors that played a role. Slide 1: The scuffle was basically over when Wales #7 struck me with an open hand to my chin/neck area, you can see me looking at the Assistant Referee and waiting for a reaction from him (it happened fast and it's understandable that he didn't see it) without reacting yet, I got another pull on my jersey, before I go in with the similar type of action. Slide 2: You can clearly see my first point of contact is against his shoulder with an open hand, just like he did, except he got me on the chin. Another thing worth mentioning, when he struck me, I was standing still with not a lot of movement or players trying to get involved. When I went for the same open hand towards his shoulder, you'll see 2 Welsh players changing the dynamic of the entire picture as well as one of my teammates pulling Wales #7 around his neck away from my hand and where my force is going. Slide 3: Another Camera Angle So why did I post this? To try and show people how everything happened and that it was never intentional. I would never do something like this on purpose, I know what the consequences will be after playing rugby for a few years. Thanks to everyone that stood by me and thought the best of me. I'm sorry for letting you and the game down. That was my first red card since I started playing. I want it to be my last. To the people that were angry and upset with my actions, I understand - because it didn't look good on the slow motion replay and hopefully you've got a bit more context now.show more

Eight years ago today, my debut single “Neverland” was... released. Even though there were many things I wish I had done better, so many of you showed this song so much love, and thanks to that, I was able to meet all of you and stand where I am today. Because of that, this song feels like my own child to me, and it holds a very special place in my heart. I would like to sincerely thank everyone who worked with me on “Neverland,” and I also want to apologize to my fans from the bottom of my heart for not always being able to show you enough love and active promotions. Over the past eight years, I have been searching for myself and truly living my life, gaining so many different experiences along the way. With all of that as my foundation, my goal this year is to come back to you as a more mature artist with better music. In this music industry where everything feels oversaturated and viral moments seem to be everything, I often wonder what the right path is. But rather than talking about the world, I believe that looking honestly at myself and telling sincere stories will be meaningful work in itself. I will do my best to return to you with good songs and stay by your side again. Thank you so much to all the fans who have always given me more love than I deserve. I hope you won’t forget me, and that you’ll wait for me just a little longer. love u harling #holland #neverlandshow more

I’m asking for all the prayers, love, and support... you can send my way right now ❤️ About eight days ago, my husband left me. After years of battling abuse, I finally found the courage to kick him out and not take him back. Now I’m trying to pick up the pieces of my life, stand on my own two feet, and figure out what’s next. I’m left dealing with severe health issues that have landed me in the hospital from dehydration and neglect since he walked away. I have no help, I don’t know my legal rights (like whether I can change the locks), and I’m trying to find the right attorney to move forward. I feel completely helpless, but I still have a roof over my head — thank God for that. If it wasn’t for Him, I wouldn’t even be here writing this. Please keep me in your prayers as I slowly try to stand again. I love you all and just need some time and a whole lot of prayer support right now. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 💜show more

This one hurts me deeply 🥺💔 I'm not sure... where to start but Rachaad White 1️⃣ has been my main favorite player over the years ever since he got drafted by the Bucs. If you didn't know, I'm the biggest Rachaad White fan in the world. One day back in 2023, I was at Bucs Training Camp and I took a vid of Rachaad practicing and tagged him on X. He then commented and said if I needed anything, just reach out to him. So a month later I did and he reached back out to me and I met him at pregame before the Bucs preseason game against the Ravens, it was truly one of the best days of my life. Then a year later, I reached out back to him to see if he could sign my Rachaad jersey and he did, another one of the best days of my life. He's truly a man of his word, a down to earth guy, a great guy on & off the field, and like I always say how can you not love him. Every single home game since before when the players come out the tunnel, you can only hear me in my section screaming, “RACHAAD WHITEEEE, LETS GOOOOOOO WOOOOO" and now I'm going to miss that 😞💔 Rachaad's also the reason why I started listening to Rod Wave 😂😂 I know players come and go but this one truly means a lot to me. 🙏🙏 I never saw the day you would be in a different uniform man 😢 I'll miss all the good memories, touchdowns you had in front of me live or on tv and I'll miss seeing him in a Bucs jersey running on that field at RayJay. 😭💔 Thank you for everything you have done for me and for the Bucs, Rachaad, good luck on your next journey 🙏🙏 I love you my guy and much love, UNO 🤞🏻🙏❤️1️⃣ #WeAreTheKrewe (my photo and videos)show more

My wifey found him!!!!!! 2 miles into the Forrest!... We ran into some campers that saw him and split up into two directions. Wifey actually climbed up to the top of the mountain and found him hiding from wolves and coyotes and bears in like a rock cave. She took a video and saw his eyes glowing and he was keeping quiet which was smart cause of predators I had just buried my little dog after 20 years together and Bruno is only 4 so I feared the worst and wifey kept saying she’ll find him and she did in pitch black dark with just a flashlight after almost 5hrs Sorry for the drama but I had a presentation planned and my 11yr old daughter ran up and told me that one of the smaller kids opened one of the sliding doors and he went exploring but we have some construction going on so he couldn’t get to the park that we normally go to next to my house and he crossed a dark semi busy highway which was a first and ended up 2 miles into a pitch black Forrest How she found him I still don’t know. I had grabbed my tent ready to sleep the night deep in the woods too. But I got lucky, he’s the sweetest animal and my best friend we do everything together everyday and he sleeps in my bed with me every night so I was heart broken until my wife faced time’d me and said look who I found and I bust into tears of joy not gonna lie and said how the F did you find him, and she said his magical glowing eyes and for the first time I laughed and could feel my heart fill with joy Sorry for the long story.show more

I really don't have the energy for this, but... it's been over a week since this curb ramp has been properly cleared. It's out front of a City of Edmonton fire hall. It's a diagonal curb ramp which is an awful design at the best of times because it's impossible for drivers to tell what direction you're headed and rolls you into a lane of traffic. But the snow always gets pushed to the bottom of the ramp. Whoever clears this doesn't seem to grasp that's where a wheelchair rolls. That's where a wheelchair gets stuck if you push the snow there. That leaves us with a trampled down section of deep packed snow at the square edge of the curb that I can kind of roll over to get on the road. Except on days where it's warmer, like today. If I try to go over that, my power wheelchair will sink and be stuck in a precarious position. It seems pointless to keep reporting this to the city. Every snowfall this happens and it takes filing a complaint and waiting a week to have it cleared. They closed the last 311 report 6 days ago and it's still not properly accessible. Obviously staff and service providers need to be trained or management needs to hold them accountable. This is exactly why municipalities need an independent accessibility watchdog. There's literally no excuse for the snow to be pushed to the bottom of the ramp or the plow to block it. Except apathy. So City of Edmonton, you claim accessibility is a priority. I've identified the barrier for you. Deal with it. AACshow more

“Daddy, I want a toy and new clothes for... Eid…” My son Adam said this to me today, with his innocent little eyes full of hope— And he didn’t know that my heart shattered into a thousand pieces in that moment. I smiled at him and said, “Of course, my son”… But inside, I was torn apart. The choice is cruel— Between a toy and clothes to make him happy, Or food that we struggle every day to put on the table. Still, I chose to draw a smile on Adam’s face. Even if it cost me my own peace. Even if it was just a stolen moment of joy Amid hunger and fear. Today, Adam is happy… Happy with a small toy and new clothes for Eid. But that happiness is shadowed by an empty stomach—he hasn’t eaten since yesterday. And yet, he chants “Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” with joy, holding his toy tightly. I’m sorry, my son. I’m sorry you were born in Gaza. Sorry that I brought you into this cursed genocide. Sorry that your childhood is one of fear, not freedom. All I could give you is a tear I hide And a hope that someone, somewhere, still cares. Only your donations can bring joy to our children. Only your kindness can feed a hungry child like Adam And remind him that even in Gaza… Someone in this world still believes he deserves to smile. Please… help us.show more

This video brought joyful tears to my eyes this... morning. Two years ago, my nanny decided to leave abruptly. I was rotating through general surgery with heavy patient load, frequent calls, and needed to stay in the hospital for several days during unit calls and patients that required us to operate till 2am. My husband had just closed for the year. So I had to drop our 10-month-old with him for about 3 weeks before I got another nanny. He bathed her. Fed her. Washed her hair. Spent quality time with her while I was at work. I didn't have to choose between my career and my child because he stepped up. This morning, that little girl, now 3 years old, knocked on my door and said: "Mummy, open the door. I want to greet you and Daddy." Oh, my word! Fully cohesive. Fully intentional. I can't believe how much she's grown. People talk about "having it all" like it's something you do alone. It's not. You can be an excellent surgeon AND an excellent mother, but not without a strong support system. Who you marry matters because they hold the line when you can't. I'm grateful for this man. And for the bond he built with our daughter when I couldn't be there. I can't even be jealous. Partnership isn't about splitting tasks 50/50.It's about stepping in 100% when your partner needs you to. Enjoy your weekend 😘show more

Unfortunately he won't take the room for 5 days... because as he puts it, it's not permanent and he believes he will be back on the streets afterwards as it's happened to him previously he tells me. I've tried my hardest to reassure him that I won't let that happen but he says he's been let down so many times before that he just doesn't believe it and is happy where he is until I can find him a permanent room in a shared house I've spoken with him long and hard over the last week and I've come to the conclusion based on everything he's told me and my research that he's not a British army veteran with a service number he talks of being a mercenary part of the 13 commandos part of the French foreign legion and has the cap badge on his hat. What I do know is he's a 59 year old man with health problems but no drug or alcohol problems that is living in a tent in wasteland. My level of support hasn't changed he shouldn't be in wasteland in a tent rotting away with no family no support in 2025 I'm going to try my hardest this week to secure a room in a shared house the 5 night stay at the guest house is non refundable but it is what it is I just wanted to make sure he woke up on his 60th birthday in a better place. We tried our hardest but it doesn't always work out how you planned it in your head. Thank you all for sharing and raising awareness and thank you to Robert a long time supporter who has purchased a birthday cake for me to give him tomorrow 💙show more

We said goodbye to our beloved Odom last night... as it was his time to go. To say I am devastated would be an understatement because that dog has saved my life more times than I could even begin to fathom. To be with him at the end of his amazing life was an honor I do not take for granted. Most of my days and routines over the last few years were centered around him and ensuring that he received what he needed. Whether it was receiving insulin for his diabetes at the same times every day or planning walks and meals to accommodate what worked best for him, my schedule revolved around what he needed. To some, this might seem like a nuisance. For me, it made me better. I made his routines my routines. Walking him twice a day gave me time to reflect and appreciate all of the good in my life. Planning time for his exercise ensured I did the same for myself. Being immediately anchored by his weight on a walk because he wanted to appreciate something he had noticed taught me to slow down and take in moments in a way I wasn’t used to. His routine was my routine, and it made me better. When I first saw him at the Edmonton Humane Society Society, I wasn’t ready for a dog. My brother Alec was there, and he saw me with Odom, and he knew that I was in love immediately. I didn’t find Odom, but Odom found me. I left, not taking him home and immediately knew it was a mistake, and that he was meant to be in my life. I went to the Edmonton Humane Society the next day, 30 minutes before it opened, to ensure that I would be the first person to go through the doors. I headed straight for where Odom was, and he came home with me that day. With all of the ups and downs I have had in my life since, my love and pride in that dog were a constant. I am terribly sad, and I am taking solace in this quote from Andrew Garfield on grief: “This is all the unexpressed love, the grief that will remain with us until we pass because we never get enough time with each other, no matter if someone lives till 60, 15, or 99.” I love that dog because that dog loved me. Bye Odom…You will always be my best friend.show more

Sorry if I did not answer many of you.... I’ve never been a fan of the online eulogy. The immediate fallout is always about loved ones. And we should leave those closest be. And then I realised of course I was just incredibly upset, and a large digital outpouring is inevitable and testament to his character. My devastation came from having to watch it all unfold. From spending years trying to help and actually getting him close to a point where he almost had a normal life again - then being powerless to stop him doing things he should not have. Powerless in every sense as it also meant it sometimes not being my place to say anything. In the end watching some of the evil shits around enable the worst of it was too much for me, I had to step back it was too painful to watch. I told my mate who was filling in for me looking after him “ah I just need some space from it all, I’ll be back with him after Christmas” and then suddenly there was no Christmas. And it turned out no one was to blame, and I immediately looked to blame myself most of all, fearing the worst. But it was a simple accident in the end. A bolt out of the blue. So if you are ever estranged or overwhelmed by friends and family and think it will all be OK one day - DON’T put it off. Reach out now. Grab that person and hold them tight. There may not be a tomorrow. You might not be around to see them off. There may not be the grand luxury of time available you thought there was. He died in the arms of his beloved son, and that is a measure of comfort, if a passing can ever have any. He was my mentor, my friend and my glad burden. And there was nothing I would not do for him.show more

I still can’t believe it… I just had my... first Hi-Bye with them. 💗😇 You have no idea how beautiful these two are. The moment they recognized me, my whole heart just melted. And the way #Ormkornnaphat said “hi”… you could feel it came straight from her heart. In that moment, I realized how much I treasure this experience and how truly happy I am. 💗 For a moment, I even forgot the pain from my ankle surgery that’s how powerful this feeling was, how healing their presence can be. You can’t imagine I’ve worked with so many celebrities in my career, but feeling like a fan… this is rare. Something magical. Something beautiful. And I’m grateful to be a part of this journey. These two are now standing on a global stage, and for me, it will always be an honor to say: I’m proud that I know both of you. And who knows… maybe one day I’ll say, “I worked with both of you.” ✨ Thank you, my longwaytogo. And thank you, #LingOrm, for allowing me to meet such amazing people, such a warm group, such a rare community. And thank you for simply existing in a world that desperately needs a little more love, a little more light, a small touch of joy to remind us that happiness still lives here. I truly appreciate every tiny second of this. ✨💗 LINGORM MACAU MEET D1 #LingOrm3rdMeetMacauD1 #หลิงออม orm kornnaphat🌈 linglingsirilakshow more

Goodbye, Pearl My heart is still somewhere out in... that driveway, laid out flat like it just got the Holy Ghost and passed clean out. Today, I had to say goodbye to Pearl. Now Pearl wasn’t just an SUV. Pearl was my last rolling piece of freedom. She was my pre-ALS independence sitting on four tires. She was my “I’ll be right back” machine. My “let me run to the store” chariot. My “I don’t need nobody to take me nowhere” declaration with leather seats and a clean paint job. And today… she left me on the back of a tow truck like she was being taken to glory. That hurt. The last time I sat behind Pearl’s steering wheel, ALS made something painfully clear. I was sitting at a red light, needing to make a simple right turn. Simple for everybody else. But my arms said, “Oh no, we don’t do that anymore.” Cars behind me started blowing their horns like they were in the Indy 500 and I was holding up qualifying. I’m sitting there sweating, praying, negotiating with my limbs like, “C’mon y’all, just one more turn. ONE.” I wanted to yell, “Y’all better be glad I can’t get out this truck!” But truth was, I was scared. For the first time in my life, I knew I was not safe behind that wheel. Somehow, I used my legs to help force that turn, then drove home with fear sitting in the passenger seat. When I pulled into the driveway and climbed down out of Pearl, I knew. That was it. I dragged myself into the house and told Tanja my heart was broken. I wasn’t just giving up driving. I was giving up another piece of the man I used to be. So Pearl sat in the driveway for ten years, looking like a museum exhibit titled, “Before ALS Had the Nerve.” My girls used her sparingly—very sparingly after Sydney forgot to stop at a stop sign and introduced Pearl’s front bumper to somebody else’s rear end. After that, Pearl went into semi-retirement. Family members would ask, “Can I borrow the truck?” And I’d be sitting there thinking, “Borrow? That’s Pearl. That’s not a truck. That’s family.” But Pearl started coming back with scratches nobody knew about, “Not me.” “Wasn’t there before.” “I don’t remember.” And don’t get me started on the gas tank. I’d hand her over full, she’d come back thirstier than a man in the desert. Apparently, Pearl had been traveling with witnesses who all suffered from sudden memory loss. So today… I kissed her goodbye. Literally. Leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered, “Thank you.” Watching her get winched up onto that tow truck felt like watching my past drive away without even turning around to wave. And when that tow truck pulled away, I laughed a little. Then I hurt a lot. Because sometimes letting go isn’t about the thing itself. It’s about what that thing represented. Pearl was freedom. Pearl was strength. Pearl was before. But even as she rolled away, I reminded myself: ALS may have taken the keys, but it never took my memories. It never took my gratitude. And it sure didn’t take my ability to laugh through tears. So goodbye, Pearl. You were loved. You were loyal. And Lord knows… you were patient with my family. Now let me go sit down before I start ugly crying like Tanja did over that Mercedes.show more