This is a three part post. If you missed it, here is Part I. Below are parts II and III (where things get brighter). Shine on!
PART II
Months had slipped by since we had last spoken, so her unexpected, morning call alarmed me. “Margie? Is that you?” I inquired. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon (Parts II and III)”
On January 2, 2018, I took down my 2017 Bruce Springsteen calendar and reflected on the past year. That eve, I thumbed through the pictures of The Boss and pages of my celebrations, holidays, events, and milestones. I wish I could report that I reminisced with a cup of cheer and shouted a “New Year, New Me” proclamation, but you can scratch that from the script. Instead, I continued brooding over last year’s heartaches, the ones I’d erase if only I penciled them in. I ended up building a bridge for unscheduled griefs and leftover letdowns to crossover to and stain my new Peanuts Gang, “Happiness is…” calendar. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I”
Today marks the year anniversary of losing our beloved Italia. We continue to miss her and take comfort in the memory of the unconditional love and friendship she gave us. May her Memory Be Eternal!
She was my 10.5-year-old furry best girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased less, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips. Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her perfectly fluffy and pristine tail everyday. More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits.
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