Merry Christmas, with a touch of Bah Humbug.

First of all, we will start with the Bah Humbug. On Jamestown, we lived across from this older couple that my grandfather had been friends with. The man committed suicide on Tuesday. He managed to convince his wife to leave the house without him, and then called the police station and told them their was a body in the front yard, and to please come and remove it before his wife got home. Then he hung up, went outside, and shot himself. His wife, now his widow, has spent her first Christmas in decades without him, only 2 days later, making funeral arrangements. Poor Woman.

Last night, I saw two people I went to school with. Both people were pretty cool when we went to school. Liked to cause a little bit of trouble, but nothing huge, dabbled in drugs and alcohol... but generally nice people. Last night, it was quite a difference. Both are completely strung out.

Ok, I was going to go on to talk about Christmas and such, but, now it doesn't seem like the right thing to do, so for now, we will only go with the Bah Humbug part.

One day its a habit, the next, a mere memory

After Cubby was euthanized, I wrote about him pretty often. As time went on, I wrote about him a little less, but took the 16th of every month to think about him. To write about him. Granted, sometimes I was late in my posting, but I always remember... hey another month has gone by. Then, it was a year. And all fo a sudden, that monthly habit was gone. It wasn't exactly intentional, and I still think about him often, and talk about him when I get the chance to bring him up in conversation. I have dreams about him on occassion. But, I know long have a feeling because its the 16th of the month. The week of, I'm not going, oh yeah, the 16th is on *****day... or, Oh man, the 16th was the other day. I didn't even realize it until tonight. I was chatting with some friends in a chat room, and one of them asked me about the dog in the picture. And so I told him a little about what happened. And as I was typing away to this friend who is yet also still a stranger, I realized that I was no longer taking the 16th as a day of mourning. I am saddened by this turn of events.
I have a few things that I saw on an e-mail at work today. Very relevant.

Have a heart that never hardens
A temper that never tires
And a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens

In loving memory of Cubby and Rocky
and all my beloved furbabies
that have gone on before me.
Dear God if they are not in Heaven
as I know it, may I go where they are.....

"Sadness flies away on the wings of time"
Jean de La Fountaine
That last one is sooooooooo true. Time heals all wounds, even if we don't want it to.