There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark



Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Change is hard

I had lunch with an old friend today. I drove up to her house to pick her up, a home she will be moving out of in a few weeks. Friend had been married to a high school buddy of my husband and I met her through the buddy. She had moved up to our neck of the woods in 1997 and my first sight of her was a tiny woman dressed in sweats from head to toe stoking a slash pile a million times her size. She has been a complex sometimes difficult person to be a friend to, but we have had a lot of good times and reminisced over burritos and chili rellanos. The buddy died almost 2 years ago and friend has had a tough time living in the snow, summer garden, spring rains, leaves everywhere of the Inland Northwest. She met a man online, has fallen in love again and will move to another state to start over and find happiness.

I visited the grave of the buddy......he is buried in the friend's garden on their 5 acres of land. The place will always be B & J's no matter who lives there, but I won't be able to visit again nor will my husband who is sad beyond words to essentially lose both of them...at least up close and personally.

I am sure we will email for a while, maybe call each other, but the truth of moving and having miles and states between friends is that the friendship can fade just like the afternoon sun.

I am going to be 62 this November and change gets harder and harder. I miss my children more and more and feel the isolation of living in the most beautiful place on earth some days. While my surroundings are magnificent, the trees, forest wildlife and my cats and dogs just can't fill that space in my heart that should be overflowing with my family. A sweet kitty kiss cannot replace my granddaughter's hugs and the feel of baby breath on my cheek from my grandson.

Life. Just life.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Saturday, October 21, 2006

From a cat's eye.

A million dollar Penny.....lope