Skip to main content

A Recent Loss

The saddest day has come and gone with the loss of my beloved Ernie. March 11th.

It's more of a shock that he's not here anymore. New habits to form; old ones to break. I feel as though I'm forgetting something important... an important deadline or a medication that I was supposed to take with not having to constantly worry about his care. I know what this feeling is and logically everything makes sense, but my heart cannot reconcile that with what my brain is telling it. 

I'll stumble across a reminder of him and crumble under the weight of sadness. I miss him terribly. I find some comfort in knowing that someday I'll see him again in Heaven... but as that is so very far away, I'll have to grieve and learn to move on without my companion. My love bug. My Ernie-cat.

Flowers from a co-worker to cheer me up today.
This blog serves a purpose to highlight the beauty in life. Sometimes beauty is in sadness and in grief though...and it's also in the celebration of life, or of life past.

I don't want to talk about the details right now as it's still so raw for me, but I will share pictures of him soon. I've got some amazing pictures and some video clips that I want to lock away in my memory box of a blog. 

He was no ordinary cat. He was a gentle, sweet, affectionate, loving, intuitive, sensitive cat who always somehow knew what to do to make me feel better. At this precise moment, he would be laying on my back, purring and kneading my shoulders.

RIP, my love.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Sacred Storytelling

Over the past year, I've begun to uncover my purpose in this life - what am I here for and how do I find fulfillment in that purpose? Is it ongoing or is it a one-time goal that I will eventually achieve? What then if that is the case?
There are so many questions to ponder and endless thoughts about the what-ifs and hypothetical future I could potentially have, based on the notion that I knew exactly what my purpose was, that is.
I've known that I'm meant to be a storyteller - that I am a writer and creator, but that alone didn't resonate with me or drive me to work towards any one goal of actually being those things. I already was those things, but there wasn't a sense of fulfillment from bestowing upon myself these titles. Works have been created, but to no real purpose or reason. The question is how to make this state of being something more tangible...more real.
It wasn't until a couple of weeks ago when I read an article about Reese Witherspoon who spok…

I Didn't Know What to Say

This world is full of both wonderful and heartbreaking circumstances that wear us down daily. As a nation, we are mourning another tragedy where violence has torn apart communities and families - and for what purpose? We just don't know.
I didn't write on this yesterday because I didn't know what to say. I've read that it's the deadliest mass shooting in American history. I don't know what's more sad to me: that this deplorable act is something that I feel numb towards given the increasing numbers of shootings and tragedies we are seeing nationally, or the act itself: where some random person unbeknownst to even his own family made a decision that forever altered the lives of millions of people. 
The biggest encouragement and consolation I can try to provide is to continue to shine the light into the darkest corners of the world. Whether you emit joy and love, peace or kindness, these are a few ways to impact the world in a positive way that anybody can gi…

Off to the Corn Maze and Pumpkin Patch

Two years ago, my sister and I ventured up to Snohomish County to go to our first corn maze. On this past Sunday, we repeated the experience, this time, with her boyfriend in our company, taking lead as map guide. 
In our first year, we had forgone the use of the map and decided to venture through completely
on our own. We made it! It took us nearly two hours to complete the massive maze, but all the same, had a a lot of fun - so much so that when she announced that she was moving back to Washington State from Arizona, we both decided (early in the summer, mind you) that we would be returning to Bob's Corn Maze.

As our tummies were grumbling with hunger upon our arrival, we started our visit by standing in the understandably long line for three scrumptious golden ears of roasted corn, dipped into melted salty butter, using a napkin and the blackened husks to anchor the ears to our
hands. Juicy bites of corn melted in our mouths with one delicious bite after another. This year,…