Living after LossI watched the colors of a bright Saturday afternoon fly by me through the mesh window of my nylon mobile enclosure. Life seemed easy then. Nothing really to think about except the twelve thousand shades of green in a single patch of grass. It wasn't just me in the little nylon box. Dougie was in there too, watching the colors just as I did. We were attached to a bicycle. Riding fast past houses, everything out side of the small nylon bubble was just a blur of color. Life seemed brighter then. Walks seemed more like adventures. Everyday I can remember taking walks with him. Always energetic journeys through unknown regions of our imaginatio