I wasn't kidding when I said I get inspiration from the weirdest places. I was just on youtube.com, watching a clip from one of my favorite Scrubs episodes - "My Screwup". The part at the end, when they're all at Cox's brother-in-law's funeral, always tears me up. And then J.D. monologues: "In the end, the most important thing to accept is that no matter how alone you feel, how painful it may be, with the help of those around you, you'll get through this too."

And that is so true. My parents have made this grief journey infinitely easier. I don't know how I would've handled Baby Girl all on my own. And it hasn't been just them. Pablo's family, also, has been there for me, and their support has exceeded all my expectations. While I remain slightly disappointed in my friends, I usually give them a pass, because I don't know what I would've done if one of them had to go through this. I like to think I'd be awesome and supportive, but who knows?

Today is the Dia de La Altagracia (Our Lady of the Altagracia - she's the patron Virgin Mary for the Dominican Republic). Baby Girl was dressed up in a folkloric outfit in the colors of the Dominican flag - a white sweater, and a red, white and blue skirt, with a red bandana around her head. She also insisted on dancing with a group of children who were about 8 years old. She was so frackin adorable! She actually kept up pretty well with them, considering she'd never practiced, and isn't even two yet. Yet, while she was up there, and everyone was cheering her and the other children on, I couldn't help tearing up. I was so proud of her, of how she was dancing and how everyone was enthralled with her, but also so sad that Pablo wasn't there to see her and to share that experience with me. I wish he were here.