I took Willow's urn out today. Just to hold it in my hand. It feels so light, like it's made out of nothing and there's nothing inside. I would open it if I knew how. I guess you're not supposed to. So I just hold it and turn it over in my hands and look at the label on the bottom where it says her name and age - Willow Goodman, baby.
I asked Josh if he was still sad about the baby. He said, "In different ways." I don't even know what that means.
