Our pets can mean so much. They’re unconditional, loving, selfless friends. They teach us how to love, and unfortunately, they teach us about loss as well.
I will deeply miss my friend, Kiki. Such a sweet little girl. She hadn’t a mean bone in her body. Tonight she met a tragic death that my heart hurts to think about. I hope she knew how much I loved her.
The world is less bright without her in it. In fact, it is much uglier now.
For some reason we persist.
Fifteen years ago today, one month after my twelfth birthday, my dad succumbed to his long, arduous battle with Non- Hodgkin’s Lymphoma
. We all still miss him very much. Fifteen years ago Floyd came into the world and befriended me during that sad time. I wish she had gotten to meet him. Here are some of my memories of him that I tell her about.
His smile. He smiled a lot.
His love of water and boats.
He loved me lots.
He could learn and master anything- and quickly.
He liked to travel. He always meant to revisit Japan.
He was very independent.
He had a great memory, especially of people.
He was really good at math.
Our house was never empty- he was a true socialite.
He could pop his shoulder out of socket because of the way his bullet wound healed. (He got shot in Vietnam.)
He scared the shit out of the other kids.
He had red hair.
He once killed a tiger.
He sang along to the radio in his truck.