Tragedy struck last Friday when I had to say good bye to my little dog of 15.5 years. He was surrounded by love in the soft grass, and in that dignity I do find some peace. Then, the next day, I put a smile on my face and headed to East Templeton, MA for an art show where I experienced healing and growth. There, I met fellow artist, Kyle, and his mother, Lisa. Get tissues and go to facebook @amothersjourneylisa They will break your heart, glue it back together and move you to, in some way, change.