day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year; life can be beautiful- and then it can get ugly.
It can be happy and then it gets sad, it can be pleasant and then turn awful; in the blink of an eye. But somehow we get through it. Slowly, until it happens again.
Losing family and friends is unbearable, and we all experience it our own way and not always in the same time frame. It’s a pain that really hurts, bad. It seems like it will never go away. I guess it never really does. We just learn to accept it and go on, it takes time, and it takes its toll.
I mentioned in an earlier post of our dear cousin Ray that fell one day and started getting unsettling symptoms. Unfortunately cancer in the brain was diagnosed, and then it spread. He fought hard but lost the battle and never got to go home as he wanted, passing in the hospital. Then only a few months later, one of my closest friends, Joni, lost her husband to complicated heart problems. He was rushed to the hospital, but he sadly never made it home again either. It’s been rough for Joni and Martha. My heart goes out to them. We are sorry for the loss of your husbands.
They say these things happen in threes. My mind went where it shouldn’t have, and thoughts crossed my mind of my husband. But then we got the call that my brother fell and damaged his pelvis. Along with heart problems, he spent a month in the hospital and a month in rehab. He didn’t improve so was sent home to have 24 hour hospice care. Jerry and I were there to greet him. We met the caregivers and Ted seemed to like them. He went to bed that night and was never able to get out of bed, never walking again. We made trips to Reno as he needed us. Unfortunately he also passed peacefully within six weeks. At least he got to go home. Probate is almost finalized, the house sold in March, his taxes were done on time, we paid bills as they came in and still do. I’ll miss our visits with him, not hearing his voice on phone calls, not getting his quirky letters.
Then again, while still in Reno, we got a call from Linda that Midas had been hit by a car and didn’t survive. I was devastated, no that can’t be. I wasn’t with him. It’s not fair. I can’t believe it.
You all know Midas was a street cat for 15 years. He knew the ropes, he was street smart. He never wanted to come in the house, no matter how we bribed him. He had a nice cozy porch to protect him. Then we got that hard rain one year, an atmospheric river they called it, we opened the door and he ran in this time. But outside still beckoned him to come out. So we reluctantly granted his wishes. He was happy staying in most of the day, but outside was where he could roll in the sand, get a bite of fresh catnip, check out HIS neighborhood.
We came home to an empty house that trip from Reno. Very sad. We loved him so much and miss him terribly. The house isn’t the same without him.
But like I said life goes on. We adjust. We deal with it, but it still hurts and takes it toll😥
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On a happy note 🙂 we leave next Tuesday on Amtrak to Washington to see Hannah and Javier and those two precious great granddaughters. Then drive to Portland to see Jessica, and we get to meet her boyfriend, Carter. Then back on Amtrak heading home. We have a lot of plans while there and I’m looking forward to posting on the blog again.
so stayed tuned for lots of pictures
💗jilly









































































































