There’s a particular tone of voice people use when someone’s died. Unwanted pregnancies have THEIR own voice. Car accidents where you don’t know how people are going to be have a tone too. Today’s tone, though was that monotone of brittle control that tells you someone’s died that wasn’t supposed to.
Puddle of dog. Shiner is beautiful and very happy to share his Love. This is unfortunately the best picture of him that I got. The other one makes him look like he’s from Hell.
It’s my Mom’s birthday and for the last couple of years that hasn’t really been something to celebrate. First with my Dad’s cancer, then my Dad’s death and now she has a co-worker close to the age of her kids die. And I called and wished her a happy birthday in the middle of her assigned task of going around and informing the office.
Death is inevitably inconvenient. For her it delays her trip to go to my brother’s wedding by a couple of days. She’s decided to go on a Journey rather than a mere trip and is excited about the prospect of driving alone to Texas. And as always, something interferes. Sigh.
