There has been the most beautiful butterfly on my patio lately. It loves the red penta blooms that are left. I so enjoy watching it as it dips into the flowers.
Is there anything more graceful than a butterfly? It is almost poetic to watch.
Butterflies are symbolic of personal transformation. Many cultures associate the butterfly with our souls.
I spent much of yesterday afternoon at my doctor’s office getting a prescription for a urinary tract infection, so I was not able to engage with the comments as I usually do.
I had a chance to read some of the comments yesterday, and will get to the others today.
Each morning I sit down here and try to shape my feelings into words.
Feelings are fleeting, as we all know. They come and they go. Sadness can befall you and then joy might fill your heart in the next hours.
We are all unique in our ways of dealing with grief. My way is to write. It is my therapy. It is where I document and put things that are in my heart at the moment.
I would hope that you understand that if I’m sad when I write one day, it is not a description of my entire day. It is what I’m thinking right then.
If any of you were to write down what you are feeling from one hour to the next, I imagine your words would run the gamut of emotions. That is the way life is, ever changing.
I just try to tell my story, such that it is.
Losing Abi, and then having the worry about Charlie just five days later, which continues to this day because they’re not sure at this point what has been going on with him, has been hard.
I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. It complicates my grief because what is past with Abi and what is present with Charlie are both figuring into my thoughts.
Having just lost one dog, the mere thought of losing the other is very stressful.
But so far so good after the last dose of his medicine a week ago.
Our pets are our babies. Many of us have raised our children, if we had any, and now live alone with our pets. They are our family that we care for with love and devotion.
I don’t want anyone worrying about me because I am fine.
I am in a good place. Sometimes I just need to remember Abi here with you, and in so doing, I grieve her here as well.
I will soon be leaving to have lunch with my daughter. Have a great weekend.
“We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis” – LeeAnn Taylor