Dear Purina and Waggin’ Train, You don’t know me. You don’t know that you forced me to do the unthinkable. The sort of decision I prayed I would never have to make. On August 2, 2012 after monumental efforts to save her through fluid therapy,
Low key, easy going, never cussed, rarely drank, steadfast, resilient, calm, even tempered, loving, compassionate, loyal, understanding, mechanically inclined, hard working, quiet, dog lover, reclusive, missed. May 24th, 1934 – March 3, 2015
I love watching the neighborhood kids play because they go about it like my brother and I used to, riding their bikes like the hounds of hell are on their heels, tearing up the alleys, ducking in and out of yards, or streaking down sidewalks.
My father passed away March 3rd. I spoke at his funeral Monday. This is what I said. This is the sort of life changing event that knocks the breath right out of you, doesn’t it? We hear about an illness and never seem to comprehend