Category Archives: love

our last day.

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we spent our last day together

glenn frey the cat, not the rocker

olive the cat, not the oil

and me.

glenn has taken a turn for the worse

and is quickly slowing down

resting in his favorite place

with olive refusing to leave his side

the three of us

sit in the quiet

just breathing

looking out at the signs

of the seasons changing

taking in the breezes.

i think back to his multiple rescues

his funny, crazy ways

his very loud voice

how i often spelled his name wrong

how he acted tough at first

but was really such a gentle giant

how he tried to camouflage himself in the vines and flowers

how he welcomed another rescue, tiny olive

into our little family.

in the morning

there will be

just two of us left

when we return to this room

as we say farewell

to our sweet friend, glenn frey.

even the flowers are sad.

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h3-oh!

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 having

 named

all of

my

3 daughters

all close in age

with

names

that

all begin

with the letter

h

has caused

me to

rarely

if ever

call them

 by their

proper name

at least

on

the first

or

the second

try

and

they’ve

all learned

over time

to just

answer

to

any of them

and

when they

all sign their cards

to me

love

your favorite daughter, h

i know i’ve done it right

one thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.

– erma bombeck

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how many can i be?

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little guy in my class

whispering

excitedly

about

all of the things

he wants to become

chef

make delicious food

ballet dancer

the ballerinas are so beautiful

i want to marry them

artist

make pretty things

movie maker

monsters, aliens, bugs

discoverer

find things

traveler

see the whole world

inventor

make up new things

storyteller

tell stories to people

musician

make songs

but

how many can i be?

and

there is something

that i really, really

 need to be the most

i need to be a dad

i have to be a dad for my daddy

because

 he doesn’t have one

anymore

his daddy

my poppy

died

and

i think i’ll be

his daddy

he needs a daddy

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the great man is he who does not lose his child’s-heart.  ~mencius

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