Saturday, November 30, 2013
PETS IN HOSPICE
All Dogs May Go to Heaven. These Days, Some Go to Hospice.
Over the many years I have been blest with wonderful pets, when their time to go to Rainbow arrived, it would have been so much kinder for us all to do it at home with hospice care. RIP to all our precious ones on the other side of life. Dr. RubyNorma Yanez, CH.t
By MATT RICHTELPublished: November 30, 2013
Daniel Rosenbaum for The New York Times
Monday, November 25, 2013
MY MOTHER'S POTS
It's me again. Today I used one of your pots for cooking some meat. All of a sudden, it was like the olden days when you were alive and we celebrated family holidays together in New York. :-) Touching your pot today reminded me of how many times we used it to prepare for a family get together. I washed it lovingly and then dried it on my kitchen rack to absorb the bright sunshine outside the window. While staring at it, a sea of memories came vividly in front of my eyes. How many times we laughed together, ate at someone's big family table, and left stuffed to the gills with the yummy food! We didn't always have parties at our house in Brooklyn. Sometimes it was in Bayside, and other times it was in Wantaugh, or Dix Hills, LI. The cousins would be up to their sillyness. The adults would discuss politics and the economy, or what future school one of us might attend.
This was so family, yet we all took it for granted. Not me. Not anymore. Now it is time to look back at it all. You and your three siblings are long gone. The family has split apart living in many distant places. And yet, missing you so, I still use your pots. Thank you MOM, for all the love and loyalty. After me, no one will really want your pots. They will go to a Good Will so another family can enjoy the many years of energy they exude. Here's to the parties, and all the pleasure they have given, and will continue to give. My mother's pots will touch many in the future to come. God Bless you MOMMY.
Friday, November 22, 2013
FOR THE ONES I HAVE LOVED
I am happy to have attained the golden/rusty years! grins :-) After many life-threatening illnesses, surgeries, accidents, and emotional traumas, I find myself just flowing now. Most of my family is gone. Those who are still alive are not in my world. We have parted either by geographic distance or simply because we do not seem to gel.
There is no blame. It is what it is. I wish them well, and have no idea what they wish me.
The friends and spiritually adopted souls who are current to my journey, and I in theirs, are a blessing.. Truly, you are my real family. So are my pets. Those who are in spirit visit often with love and amazing wisdoms to share. Those who are still living in my care are cherished. I believe in life after life. The passing of our bodies is an energetic alteration I cannot verbally explain yet, but for some reason, it all makes sense to my soul wisdom. Thank you for being part of my life and happiness.
Many years ago on a day that would have been my mother's birthday, I wrote this briefly and so longingly. Perhaps it will make you ponder your own journey?
Why is life so complicated? Life has enough flaws as it is.
Am I also one of life's flaws?
Is being perfect part of life?
Make me an offer I can't refuse.
Show me how to simplify and get through....