Take my mind. Please.
So, yeah. Thanks to everyone for their support this past week, and beyond for many of you. Life without friends would be no life worth living, especially friends like mine.
Death has made no attempt to hide itself from me these days. Starting with the death of a beloved goldfish, followed by my hedgehog, and next Arnie, the hairless rat, eternity kept taking friendly souls from this plane and removing them to the next. My own mortality was presented to me in living color by way of a near collision that almost claimed myself, among others, one rainy evening.
And then Erma Jane Kidwell, my mother's mother, and one of mine passed away one week ago today after what seemed an eternal struggle for her breath and life. The details of her life and our relationship are too many to begin to share here.
So I'm taking it easy, as I should like to remain for the present. For now, I think I'll put on a sweater and curl up with a book.
Death has made no attempt to hide itself from me these days. Starting with the death of a beloved goldfish, followed by my hedgehog, and next Arnie, the hairless rat, eternity kept taking friendly souls from this plane and removing them to the next. My own mortality was presented to me in living color by way of a near collision that almost claimed myself, among others, one rainy evening.
And then Erma Jane Kidwell, my mother's mother, and one of mine passed away one week ago today after what seemed an eternal struggle for her breath and life. The details of her life and our relationship are too many to begin to share here.
So I'm taking it easy, as I should like to remain for the present. For now, I think I'll put on a sweater and curl up with a book.