The weather is a little cooler and dryer today than it has been for the past several days, and it is a relief, to say the least! Blue skies and sushine are beautiful, although the drearier days of gray clouds and cool, dim skies also have a place here in New England and it would seem odd without the variations we have come to expect on a daily basis. While nature is often stingy with her cooling breezes, technology helps with that in the form of fans and air conditioning which, I suppose, is sort of cheating, but I am a comfort loving creature so I tend not to fell too guilty about that particular issue.
Time, tears, medication, and counseling are all having the desired healing effects upon the grief I have recently experienced in the loss of my younger brother, although each new loss seems to dredge up the feelings of past losses as well, adding to the burdens and the tears, but also to the sad sweetness I feel so touched by during these times, as well as memories both good and bad, funny, sad, poignant, making their way through my brain as the days pass; all of them welcome and comforting in a strange, sad way. It is part of the price we pay for surviving.
The kitties are a constant source of comfort and amusement and there have been many special, caring moments with each of them as they have checked on me, in turns, during the times when the tears refused to be denied and I could not stop the sounds of my grief anymore than I could prevent the sun's rising or setting. To have a furry, purring little being jump up to make certain you're going to be OK, with that inquiring, concerned look is a very real balm for a sore heart and I received many such "treatments" during the worst of the days following Mike's death.
My boyfriend has not been without his own tests and trials during these times. After having endured the liver failure and transplant, the prolonged recovery and the finally getting to come home then slipping and falling on the very last of the winter ice and injuring himself, he had to have a little more surgery to correct the injury. Phew! Fortunately all of that is resolved and he is well on the way to a full recovery from what ended up being only a same-day procedure (thankfully) so he never had to spend the night in the hospital. Of course, I was panicking on this end - I am not a nurse and have never had to help care for a freshly post-op, oozing incision before - eewwww! However, we both survived.
One of the reasons I have not been blogging much lately is because I felt I needed a rest. Given that we have had very little recovery time following these major losses and illnesses to ourselves and close family members, I really needed some time off, or thought I did. But during the time I was supposed to be "resting" from my blog and writing, in general, I kept thinking of things I wanted to write about! I would immediately squelch the thoughts because I was "resting" but some of the ideas seemed so good! Anyway, I am back at the keyboard and, hopefully, will be more obedient to my muse when the urge to write strikes again. Life is a little more interesting that way.
A lot continues to happen although there are often many quiet days in between right now, for which I am grateful. The controversy about some of the current news stories has me concerned, but trying to stop prejudice and stupidity is often like trying to dam a flood with pillows - it doesn't work. So here is hoping that the death threats being sent to people because of the results of the Casey Anthony verdict will never be brought to any sort of fruition; here's to the hope that Southern Sudan will succeed as a nation where Sudan has been so horribly wanting; here's to the hope that Libya will have its freedom from a despotic ruler who does not know when to relinquish command; here's to peace and personal freedom for the peoples of the Middle East; and, finally, here's to peace, political veracity, and tolerance here at home.
Love and best wishes,
Izzlebug
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