BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

I SPRINKLED SOME OF JUDY'S precious earthly dust on my cereal this morning. I believe that now we're eternally and biochemically integrated. But, all I can hear is Judy saying, "Well, at least you're finally eating something."

TRIBUTE

REDRESSING GRIEVING

SELF-PORTRAIT: I found this Judy-robe in my closet. She retired it years ago, and it just called out to me tonight to take shape again. I can't fill it up with the class that she had, but it may replace my rocket ship pj's as favorite funky comfort threads.

DON'T BOGART THAT CHERRY BOMB BURGER

HAPPY FOURTH, EVERYONE.
    Now, I'm dedicating this to all the nurses and emergency services folks who'll have to deal with the abundance of idiots who today will "accidentally" self-asphyxiate or blow themselves up and/or burn their houses down because they were too drunk to realize that fireworks and alcohol don't mix and BBQ grilles are best left OUTdoors.

PERENNIAL LOVE

LOOK CLOSELY: A celebration of life today, as a dear friend and I sprinkled Judy's cosmic dust back to the earth, her ashes seen here scattered amongst the Astilbe in a beloved perennial bed that Judy herself planted many years ago. Astilbe can "light up any shade garden or soften any sunny spot."
    Yes, my love ... you did.