Seven Years
Friday was an anniversary or two my family said goodbye to Mom as she succumbed to pancreatic cancer. She died with us around her and the Nursing staff that Liz got for her so that she would not die in a nursing home or hospital. It was a very stressful and hard time. Relationships were strained between siblings; I continued to work while mom was being cared for until the final days. So called friends would interfere in things they had no right to.
In the days leading up to the funeral some preparations had changed. Jim had gone home to do some things and returned in time for the funeral service and his family followed. I remember how annoyed Liz was at his behavior and treatment of her. It frustrated me because it was unnecessary.
Just as we were saying goodbye to Mom, the world was welcoming a four different short haired kittens. They were eventually brought to Woodbridge Animal shelter. Where they were taken care of, fed, watered, for the next 6 months. All four kittens found homes. Two of them came home with me on their 6month birthday. Their Siblings eventually found homes according to the shelter employee I had run into at the grocery store.
I probably won’t do too much for the birthdays except hugs and kisses. I can’t believe they are seven. I have to say I am very lucky to have them in my life. They have made some unbearable times better for me.