Showing posts with label Woes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woes. Show all posts

14 May 2012

G is for Grief for Ginger & C is for Celebration


Hello Dear Friends and Family, 

This is a sad email. 
Tonight [5/13/12] we put Ginger, our beloved +14 year old beagle, to sleep. This past week her kidneys and liver were rapidly shutting down, but her heart had a hard time letting go. We have too. 

She couldn't move very well but continued to watch me in the yard, the house, upstairs. I wanted to give her space and some peace and yet wanted to stay with her as she has stayed close to me through happy times, illness and heart ache. The last two nights I spent a lot of time with her outside, where she wanted to be in the 43º mountain air. I don't know how she survived the cold, damp and breezy nights. It must have been hard on her. She returned to the house early Saturday morning only to go out again a few hours later. Dogs often leave their pack when they know it is their time. The bittersweet irony of our yard being more beautiful than ever: it made a heavenly place to try to convalesce. Each child quietly visited her, lay down next to her, sang to her, prayed for her, cried over her and gently pet her incredibly soft fur and velveteen ears. 

Ginger was an unusually sweet, kind, smart, beautiful and patient friend. She was a one dog welcoming committee with a special howl, wag and dance routine. She was a natural vocal coach. I love that she perked up a bit tonight when I sang a beagle version (howl on the Oos) of "Tell Me Why." She was also exceptionally helpful cleaning the kitchen floor and somehow the table tops, even recently! In her prime she was a marvelous, tireless, and curious walking companion -- this last year she loved walking with Christopher almost every day. She helped raise S, K, J, N and M and has taught all of us many lessons of love, service, understanding and compassion. Today we learned about real pain and what a broken heart truly is. 

When I was so busy this past year in the mornings I really missed her. I missed letting her out in all sorts of weather and missed her incredible enchanting eyes lovingly and patiently watching me as I made lunches. Many pieces of sliced turkey or chunks of tuna somehow fell off the counter onto the floor where Ginger enthusiastically cleaned them up. She could tell when I was going to work or going on a walk at -5:00 in the morning and lately chose to stay in her extra comfy bed on the floor by the head of my bed, preferring to wake up later with Christopher. Often I just wanted to be home to be with her, her sweetness and softness. The walks I wanted to go on with her were replaced by tandem naps ... I'd return home and flop onto my favorite chair, then she would jump onto her favorite chair, next to mine, I'd put on my eye shades and we'd both snooze. She has followed me everywhere for years, making a parade when the children were little: Mom + Child + Dog. She loved picking up the kids from school ... she always got "shotgun!" It was touching that she seemed very content in the family van this evening.

She is, and will be, sorely missed. C's and my grief is only compounded by looking at the children's faces at this time. Our memories are full of funny and sweet stories.

This has also been a beautiful time of being together, serving Ginger and each other, talking, holding on, singing hymns, praying and simply loving and remembering Ginger Muffin, our very generous furry sister. Spending time with close family and timely visits from Ginger's favorite people have helped us see connections within the bigger picture.

Today was also S's 20th birthday and Mother's Day -- Ssaid it best: 
Today was a celebration of Life.

Many of you are Ginger's friends so I thought you would want to know. As our friends and family we appreciate your love and understanding.

Onward, with a heavy heart and lots of love, 
Hailey

05 June 2010

Be here, and happy, now.

Why are people posting that they are sad? I've been told (a lot) recently that my life should a shambles, sheer dismay and woe; but I don't see it. I honestly feel that I need a gratitude mop to sop up all the goodness and sweets. If you are really, truly sad may I suggest buying a cruiser bike and ride it until it groans under you and you feel happy as you fly around in the sunshine? Try to be grateful for Your problems, you really don't want anyone else's.

28 April 2009

o is for o wow.

• clothes washer broke. 13+ gallons of water on the floor, again. SOAKING clothes, on the floor. C put them on the clothes line (now up) and they froze.
• the fix-it man fixed the dryer door too.
• s left at 4:45 this morning for CA. i'm already missing her.
• on the way home got a flat -- found out on the driveway. C replaced it. {Hero award is at the shop too, will be back soon)
• subaru needed fixin' and pickin' upin' -- a mysterios metal bar was hanging of of it. Thanks Terrific Uncle Doug for the car collection tour! wow o wow.
• worked in the garden. our yard is waaaaay too big.
• cello A string went north.
• s's shoe broke, in the shoe shop. her shirt had a hole. her vest had a hole in the back. it apears she chipped her front tooth?
• ever have one of those seasons where all sorts of things go bonkers at once?
--> Yes, as a mattter of fact my life is a comic strip.

11 September 2008

More Good News.


This is from the Washington Post Personal Finance newsletter:

"We also learned this week that the federal deficit could swell to more than $500 billion by the first of the year. Imagine if we all operated our personal budgets like the federal government -- going months, years spending more every month then we earn. Oh, right many people do run their household like that.

Finally, there was the news yesterday that the venerable investment company Lehman Brothers is facing a $4 billion loss (that's billions, with a "b")."

The art is from K's sketchbook. I was teaching him that he can go back into his books and by adding more, in this case color, the drawing becomes more finished and interesting. He seems to have hundreds of sketchbooks floating around from the last 13 years of his life. Surprisingly they are not all neat and tidy, labeled and dusty on a shelf. There is no time frame. He might have done this drawing when he was 5, maybe 5 plus. He is a wonderful artist.