emotions are an interesting thing. i guess i'm stating the obvs, but more specifically i'm writing about the turbulence they stir when they process the not-so-pleasant news. right now do i fight the tears? or punch something?
i have been blessed by being spared from mourning for most of my life. my companion for the good part of a decade and a half just passed this morning, my jack russell terrier. she had an awful bark, and for the first 14 years you would had to have a pocket full of lucky stars to sneak into our perimeter without her voice-box ringing the alarm. on the flip-side, she was the biggest small spooner i have ever known. sneaky, Sophie was the sneakiest. she was quite the people watcher. she had the gift of looking into your eyes and syncing; downloading your current status, and usually resulting with a foot lick (like if i had just come in from a run) or jumping out of her bed onto your couch after a busy day.
she's gone, buried but never forgotten. who would have thought 3 months ago would hold the last of our moments together...
to me, words like embrace, live, grace, love, serve, and believe stomp down this question, and tells it to 'quit your sniveling and get a life*' (of course in the most polite of ways).
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i have been blessed by being spared from mourning for most of my life. my companion for the good part of a decade and a half just passed this morning, my jack russell terrier. she had an awful bark, and for the first 14 years you would had to have a pocket full of lucky stars to sneak into our perimeter without her voice-box ringing the alarm. on the flip-side, she was the biggest small spooner i have ever known. sneaky, Sophie was the sneakiest. she was quite the people watcher. she had the gift of looking into your eyes and syncing; downloading your current status, and usually resulting with a foot lick (like if i had just come in from a run) or jumping out of her bed onto your couch after a busy day.
she's gone, buried but never forgotten. who would have thought 3 months ago would hold the last of our moments together...
the mortality of life on earth rings louder and reverberates this question: 'what will be gone tomorrow?'
to me, words like embrace, live, grace, love, serve, and believe stomp down this question, and tells it to 'quit your sniveling and get a life*' (of course in the most polite of ways).
*also stated on my 7th grade No Fear tee shirt.
