Anyway, as I was listening to Heidi earlier this week, the following sentence jumped out at me:
". . . the grandmother said . . . 'the heart is comforted with the assurance that some day everything that we have loved will be given back to us.' "
I haven't been able to stop thinking about this. It almost took my breath away when I heard it. Literally, it stopped me in my tracks.
You see, April is a month full of memories of loss for me. I almost want to crawl into bed on March 31 and not leave it until May 1st. I know I shouldn't feel this way. I know I have so many things to be thankful for. I know that I am so very lucky when it comes to my family, and the fact that my parents are in such good health, and Emma and Tara are as healthy as can be. Still, the incredibly unreasonable and selfish part of me wants more. I desperately want my dear Scarlett who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on April 4, 2003...
...and my dear Mellie who crossed April 14th just last year.
I miss these sweet girls more than words can say. Why do I so desperately long for something I know I can never have? I guess if I knew the answer to that, the makers of Prozac would be out of business.Speaking of loss, there are still no sign of Ducky the Duckster, that little floozy. Even Napoleon has stopped coming by. I've heard another rooster crowing from somewhere farther away than Napoleon's house. I would think it was that crafty little Napoleon (who lured away my sweet, innocent little Ducky) throwing his voice, but it's a very different "Cock-a-Doodle-Doo," so it's definitely a new rooster in the 'hood. Maybe Ducky took up with this new rooster? I'll have to do some investigating. If I don't blog for a while, it's because one of my neighbors had me thrown in jail for trespassing. Bake me a cake with a file in it, will you? Chocolate would be my preference.


That's my sister S. on the way back from taking Mellie for a special ride. She loves car rides, and lately it has been all to Doctor's appointments, so as a special treat she got to go to the post office. You do realize I'm talking about Mellie, not my sister, don't you? It would be pretty pathetic if my sister were to run around in circles and whine and "wooo-woooo" at the prospect of going for a car ride. She's been eating really well - chicken nuggets or cheese omelets, and vanilla ice cream (melted in the microwave) for her crushed up pills. Again....I'm talking about Mellie, not S. Ha!





