Woke this morning to grey skies and rain. Loca and I tried to walk anyway but were quickly soaked despite rain gear. A pall hangs over the sky that is greater than the weather. On Saturday, Abby, who has been hanging on with a will of steel started faltering again as the tumor came back. Of all the things you could wake up on a Monday and contemplate, the death of your daughter should not be one of them. Her steel will comes from parents whose strength resides in the realm of epics not real life. I wish her godspeed.