2009-10-30 5:35 AM
Keeping a Spirit Alive

My mother's spirit would be a quiet one. One which watches carefully and comments only to a few. All comments would be brief, conciliatory, friendly and humorous. More understanding than one might ever expect, patient to a fault, frightening when brought to an anger born of long tolerance of that which might be intolerable to a lesser being.

A lot like my most recent painful loss, Mr Sneeze the Black Lab who was hands down probably the single most sweetly devoted dog I might ever know. Except for Rosie, maybe. Rosie was a lovely long-skirted mixed breed Malamute, her coat pale with muted strawberry blonde fringes.

Gone: Mom, Sneeze, Rosie. All who loved me singularly. I am left feeling totally alone and unloved.


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Amendment to Keeping a Spirit Alive from October 30th of 2009.

Except, today I heard from a wonderful friend who answered my rhetorical question in a Journalscape post to wit (or is it to whit?)'Now I ask you.' Which rhetorical question followed the statement: Trust is the baseline of reality. I had intimated that trust was the most important thing in the world but she answered me in the affirmative with regard to love. Love and Trust...she is right ____they____ are the the most important things.