…the speed with which the years pass grows more and more daunting as I age. Now well into my 7th decade, it seems like I’ve just finished putting the Christmas decorations away, and I’m having to think about getting them out again. I can remember the youthful days when a year actually felt like a year.
I think back on all of the times I have been through this. Of all my dogs, only two left me so suddenly that we didn’t go through this process of loss of appetite and dwindling vitality. I’ve done it again, and again.
And yet, I know in the heart of my soul, that I will continue to do it … again and again … until I, myself, am facing this sunset journey, and someone else is caring for me in my final days.
I will do it again and again, because the soul deep joy of loving and being loved by a dog is worth every tear. It’s worth every “please take another bite.” It’s worth every shattered heart when that final breath comes.
I’ll do it again and again, because what they give while they are here is what makes me whole.
When we get through this (if we get through this), the economy will come back. The little shops and business will come back. The freedom to congregate will come back. The ability to go into Walmart without wearing a mask will come back. The jobs, and the weddings, and the funerals, and the picnics, and the team sports will come back.
The dead won’t come back.
Cause and Effect. It’s really not hard to understand.
We all need a big hug right now, Mom, but we’re not allowed to hug each other.
I guess we have to rely on hugs from Heaven.
I could use one right about now.
I just had a nice bowl of left-over minestrone for lunch. It was made last evening, as the first meal in my new Instant Pot™. I have quite a few friends who have had these nifty doo-dads for a while. I hear all the time about how convenient they are, and I was intrigued….
We had a visitor last night, and not a welcome one. However, I’m determined to find a way to use this scene in a story.