I am finally through with the hospital. Lon is at a rehab facility for awhile, as we get him ready to finally come home. I am glad that this surgery happened after they updated the hospital. There were not as bad memories as I feared. I reminded myself at one point that this was the place where I met Lon and that put a different spin on it. I think my saddest memory there was of Pastor George, when we had lunch together in the cafeteria. It was when Jeffrey was first there. Pastor gave me money out of his own pocket so that I could travel back and forth to be with Jeffrey. I still miss Pastor. He was a sweet, kind man, the sort of Christian where his faith really shines forth.
I also lost Wallace this week, my lab. I don’t think he really recovered from Tessie or Jeffrey’s deaths. He came down with pneumonia during all of this. He was such a good dog, if a bit solemn. Now, it’s just me and Loretta with all the cats. I am going to spread Wallace’s ashes at the same place I spread the ones from Tessie and Jeffrey. I know he’d be happy to be reunited with them.
I was inspired to write this after listening to stories of local
autoworkers who were laid off. Now I would like to dedicate
it to you. A small token for the inspiration you have shown me.
Bronze Bubbles
Balloons and hope deflate slowly
Dread stalks the carefree soul
Truth eludes intemperate possibility
Delaying the actors rightful role
Obsession with the mundane
A compulsive need to ignore
Expectation will not sustain
Truisms morph into folklore
Closed drapes encase a soul hiding
Pining for a rewritten yesterday
Small threads pulled, a moments unwinding
No simple retreat offered from this foray
Change makes life revolting when fought
Embraced it becomes the serenity long sought