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Late winter feelings
Mar. 6th, 2020 09:29 amAnother one of my dad's siblings passed away not too long ago. She's one that has been challenging, for me. I was struck, the last time we visited, by how her conversational style consisted of asking a question and then answering it for the person the question was asked of. But by that same token, she's someone who was always a hard worker, especially on the behalf of loved ones, and she made the most of many challenging life circumstances. I do hope that through death, she is at peace.
We're also coming up on the one-year anniversary of my father's death. This time period is an emotionally fragile one, now. Last year, there was a small sense of relief that Dad lived beyond his 73rd birthday, on March 3, although that's a small comfort when you consider he was in no condition to be aware it was his birthday or of the passage of time. He died the morning of March 7th. I can see where that happened in my notes and lectures from Animal Physiology. So here we are, not quite the end of winter, not quite the start of spring.
The lists of the dead never get shorter as one gets older, only longer.
Meanwhile, when S is gone, household dynamics change, too. For all that Emma is a handful and even more of a challenge as she's gotten older, it's still a damn good thing she's there as some form of living creature full of affection and wants and needs. Most recently, when she has been meowing, I've been picking her up and putting her on my shoulders (wrapped around my neck). To my surprise, she hasn't been leaping down instantly every time.
I made it back to rowing practice this morning, although my cough isn't completely gone.
We're also coming up on the one-year anniversary of my father's death. This time period is an emotionally fragile one, now. Last year, there was a small sense of relief that Dad lived beyond his 73rd birthday, on March 3, although that's a small comfort when you consider he was in no condition to be aware it was his birthday or of the passage of time. He died the morning of March 7th. I can see where that happened in my notes and lectures from Animal Physiology. So here we are, not quite the end of winter, not quite the start of spring.
The lists of the dead never get shorter as one gets older, only longer.
Meanwhile, when S is gone, household dynamics change, too. For all that Emma is a handful and even more of a challenge as she's gotten older, it's still a damn good thing she's there as some form of living creature full of affection and wants and needs. Most recently, when she has been meowing, I've been picking her up and putting her on my shoulders (wrapped around my neck). To my surprise, she hasn't been leaping down instantly every time.
I made it back to rowing practice this morning, although my cough isn't completely gone.
