OK, this is Liz again. I want to thank all of you for your support while I went through a bad time. A lot of you left me comments with good advice and during this interval, I’ve been thinking about the way I want to go and what I want to do. One thing is sure: the only thing that can possibly change is MY way that I react to situations. So chin up and start adjusting my attitude. This is going to be the last downer post, then I’ll let Maggie take the blog back.
I’d mentioned in my last post that a lot of stuff was happening that I couldn’t talk about. Well, most of these things have now happened and I can mention some of them.
For one thing, Erik and Jenny broke up. Erik had moved in the week we went camping, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise, but it still hit hard for two reasons: One, they’d been together four years. Two, it’s hard having another personality come (back) to the home. We’ve all been adjusting, and it’s not always easy trying to accommodate everyone.
The other thing that happened was, my friend, who had been sick for some time, passed away. It hit me like a train. She’d been through a lot with Type I diabetes, which took the sight out of her eye and the hearing from one ear. She’d had a kidney transplant (again, complications from diabetes) and had heart trouble. In the last couple of years, she fell twice, and then she had a stroke. Recently, she’d suffered another, and that is what took her.
We usually corresponded through emails since it was hard for her to talk on the phone. With email, I could adjust the font size, so she would have no problem reading. So, I’d been sending her emails, sending her pictures, sent her a birthday card with a note saying I wanted to take her to lunch. Her birthday was yesterday. But she never got the card. I’d driven past her house, and a strange car was out in front of it. A shiver went down my spine, but I told myself it was just her son visiting. It wasn’t.
I fondly remember taking Maggie over there to meet her. I was worried Maggie would jump, but the dog seemed to know that this person was fragile, and just lay down at her feet and thumped her tail. Denise told me Maggie was a good dog (I blogged about this, when I wanted Maggie to take the therapy dog training. However, Maggie is still quite excitable). Denise told me about her Basset Hound, Barney, and how he watched over her. A couple of times when she was in a diabetic emergency, the dog barked and howled until someone came and took her to the ER. When Barney went to the Rainbow Bridge, Denise had a bronze statue of him put in her garden. She could never bear to get another dog, but always asked me about Maggie.
Like I said, yesterday would have been her birthday. We had a beautiful day, with sunny skies and hot temperatures (strange for our part of the country), just like Denise would have liked. She always said she was a Summertime Girl and loved the heat, the sun, and the light.
The night was dark and clear, and Jamie built a huge bonfire in the back yard. Jim, Jamie, and I sat around it and watched the flames shoot 2 and 3 feet in the air. Red-orange, glowing sparks popped and flew to the heavens like so many tiny shooting stars. I sat back in my chair and felt my friend close to me. I felt comforted.
I closed my eyes and hoped with all I had that she was somewhere safe and comfortable, somewhere where she could eat whatever she chose and not have another needle. Somewhere where she could see clearly and hear the tiniest tinkling bell. Somewhere where she didn’t need a cane and her heart beat wild with joy. Somewhere where she was holding Barney and he was licking her face.
Rest in peace my friend.