There is one thing in life that will always be certain.
No matter who you are, what you believe, how you live, or what age you are; death will be there.
A few of you know how hard it has been since I lost the baby in July. Sorrow surrounded me and I couldn't find the strength to post without whimpering so I didn't.
Along came August and the discovery of another possible medical issue with Lil Kiwi. (next week we go for more tests)
September started with the death of Great Grandpa Shenanigans... The heavens gained a most lovely and pure soul while the earth wept of such a loss. I have to admit that my will was faltering by that time and as such I was with drawing into myself.
This weekend my beloved Bubba (black dog) became suddenly ill and then passed away. They don't understand why it happened completely since nothing seemed to point to anything. All I know is my heart and the last of my will is breaking.
Yet, here I am... Wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep so that I do not have to face the world; but instead I'm playing with the kids and facing the world. All because there is nothing I can do to change what has happened. Death will come for us all....
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust