R.I.P. Uncle J

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family | Posted on 04-04-2009

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Uncle J was buried yes­ter­day. He hung on for weeks, and they’d final­ly moved him to home hos­pice care just a few days before he passed. At least he was­n’t in pain at the end, and the fam­i­ly did get to say what­ev­er they need­ed to say.

Mom is tak­ing this real­ly hard. She says it’s con­cern for Aunt B, and I’m sure that’s part of it. I can’t being to imag­ine the agony of los­ing your spouse of 48 years. I have to think, though, that some of it is Mom’s fear that it may be Dad­dy next time. I’m wor­ried about her.

Please Think About Sam

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family | Posted on 22-08-2008

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His father died last night. He did­n’t want any kind of funer­al. We’re going to see his mom.

Poetry: Jane Kenyon

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Critters, Poetry | Posted on 12-06-2008

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The Blue Bowl
by Jane Keny­on

Like prim­i­tives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-hand­ed
we scraped sand and grav­el
back into the hole.
                               They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feath­ers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each oth­er off.
There are sor­rows keen­er than these.

Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
bur­bles from a drip­ping bush
like the neigh­bor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.

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