In the beginning I started this blog just to update family and friends on Ray's surgery progress. It then became an outlet for my feelings and process of grief. "Write it down" my grief counselor said. Not necessarily so publicly, but I did - so that I could share my road with others. Maybe just to keep some people updated, maybe to help other people going through the same sense of loss.
Moscow, the Kirby House mascot died last week. Signs were becoming quite prevalent, I woke up in the morning and she was lying under the dining room table, alive. I laid down with her and pet her. She took three quick breaths and left me. I am at peace about it. She lived a LONG and GREAT life. Everyone, and I mean everyone who stayed at the Kirby House knew Moscow. She patrolled the grounds keeping the moles in check and the mice from getting much further than the basement. Yet another tie to Ray and Kirby House gone. It's all good. I've started a new life.
A guest feeding Moscow a Pina Colada at a July 4th Party! |
Friedl has moved on to living in New Hampshire. We talk every few days. I miss her terribly! She wants to fly me out this fall to visit her. Just don't know if I will be able to do it. I want to go to Detroit for several days to show the City to Drew and spend time with family.
You can't plan your life. If you want to make God laugh, say "This is what I plan for my life." - Jimmy
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