Seven obituaries

I have been writing obituaries for the last seven weeks.

And I am having a hard time defining what love is.

Is that a feeling?
an action?
a responsibility and/or fulfilling it?
an acceptance?
an attitude?
a state of mind?
a sharp pain through my heart?

Mallory loved cheese, chicken, apple, peanut butter, and dried treats. She loved Jeff. And I loved her.

Buddhists mourn for 49 days. Yesterday was my last day.

I am having a hard time finishing my last obituary. 

But here it is.