I could be wrong, but it sure seems like NOBODY in the world could be happier to see me when I wake up and when I come home from work as this guy.
Of course that might have something to do with feeding time. Nonetheless, I love this guy.
It’s been a long while since I’ve attended Sunday mass. Because that’s generally a place where I feel more free to talk directly to the dead (no matter if the Catholic church feels I should), church is generally where I go to say “hello” to Tom. It’s hard to believe that nearly 5 years have passed since his death. We, the kids and I, have done a whole lot of reflecting and healing. We, or I at least, have harbored a whole lot of anger too.
It matters not (anymore) whether the doctor’s missed the boat in caring for him. In retrospect, there were plenty of signs that, if put together, pointed to Cancer. On the other hand, Tom had done plenty of suffering already; in many ways, I think he was thankful that there fighting the Cancer wasn’t an option. His only fight was to die, and he did that well.