Sooner than we thought, it's time to say good-bye.
Sonoma died of poison on Palm Sunday. She whispered farewell in a dream, dreamt by my Dad in Los Angeles. At the time we didn't understand the dream's significance, but now we do. We were far away, but Sonoma found us.
Her body was discovered on Easter and she was buried on the lawn of Dos Palapas, our home on Roatan for the last two-and-a-half years and the next four weeks. We will be returning to the United States for good, our island adventure ending.
The good, the bad, and sadly the tragic. Time to say good-bye, and leave a little piece of our hearts behind.