"I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS..."

There are only so many things that you can say when a person dies.

My Facebook pages seems to have so many deaths shared, of parents, of siblings and sometimes even children.



I'm getting to the age where death and I have a much more comfortable relationship.

When each one of my parents died, it was with a great sense of relief. My dad had been completely miserable since his first major stroke, and my mom died of breast cancer.

Both had lived pretty full lives and were in their early 80's.



And although I'm only 58, I've lived much much longer than the doctors had predicted I would with my miniature and weak lungs. I just try to be grateful for each day.

WE GATHER THIS DAY TO MOURN THE PASSING...

My PC had died.

It's been declining for several weeks, but also could be rebooted, coddled and talked into operating,

It now is completely dead.


I miss it.

We've enjoyed a close relationship for a number of years, and I was accustomed to its cyber layout, its keyboard and mouse. It's been where I can play on it and still watch my DVDs with my feet up on a small crate.









We were affected by the government shut-down more than most of you were - we didn't get a full paycheck, and won't get our back pay for a few more weeks.


So buying a replacement will have to wait.

In the meantime, I am stuck with using my cellphone and this old Toshiba laptop. 
 And I am not very happy about it.

YOU SAY GOODBYE AND I SAY HELLO

I'm using the expression "a senior moment" more and more. I hate to admit how many times I walk into a room and cannot remember what in the (#&%@ I went into that room for. I'm in mid-story and completely forget the point I was ending towards. Even when I am writing a blog, I will get in mid-paragraph and begin thinking about those clogs that I always wear to church and should I try something different maybe in green and did the cat get fed today?

But there are some great things about short-term memory loss.

One thing I love about babies is that they will laugh every time you make the same ridiculous face - regardless of how often you have made it, and perhaps because how stupid you look making it.

My dog, even if he has watched me just walk out of the room, will jump up wagging his tail the instant I walk back in.

Najale, my 985 lbs. lap-horse will, regardless of how many times he gets smacked for it, always nips the back of my shirt. He never actually bites - he just wants to play.

Wait a minute, where was I again?

Oh, yes.

Think of the expression on your mom's face when you pick her up at the airport.

Well, maybe not after a seven-hour flight seated next to overweight man who snored through both movies with his head on her shoulder.

But like how happy your child looks as soon as he spots you in the audience of his first-grade class play where he is portraying Christopher Columbus discovering America.

At least before the Native American League begins protest alongside the Vikings Discovered America First, completely disrupting the entertainment and dissolving the six-year-olds into hysterics as the police come in to remove them from the auditorium.

But you get the point, right? Someone who loves you, who is happy to see you, whose face simply lights up just at the sight of you?

Yesterday, I saw a lot of faces who were saying goodbye to a 29 year old young father, son and husband.

And I think most of us at the funeral got a glimpse, just a
poignant moment and hint of how many joyful expressions are simply beaming as they greet him on the other side of the veil.

TODAY WE MOURN THE PASSING

My blue jeans, age three, died today, July 31, 2009, in Palominas of natural causes.

Mr. Blue Jeans was born October 3, 2005 at the Levi Strauss Company in Beijing China, of multiple denim sources, rivets and various blue dyes. He was packaged and shipped to the United States, where I purchased them at (of course) my local Target store.

Mr. Jeans had been involved in multiple paint jobs, horse training, long drives and blog composing. His color gradually faded from dark blue to the lightest possible blue, even after being washed reliably in only the cold water cycle.

Yesterday, an obvious worn patch was noticed when a portion of my leg became completely exposed to view, and today, tragically, Mr. Jeans was caught on a wire fence and torn terminally on the left side.

Mr. Jeans is being laid to rest this evening in the outside trash container, and will be conveyed to the landfill on Tuesday, our next scheduled trash pick-up day.

Condolences and any expressions of chocolate may be sent directly to this blogsite.