potlatch, I greatly appreciate that.
I’ve been pleased to use your pointed graphics to illustrate points I was trying to make in this, and other postings.
Words fail me- I lost my first wife back in ‘82, when I was young and strong.
Miss Emily was a decade younger than I, and while the last thing I wanted was for her to go thru losing a mate, I really did not expect to find her stone dead at two O’clock.
The dogs poked me awake.
She had had some weight and blood pressure problems, but I thought we had gotten them under control- and she was happy, and seemed fine when we went to sleep Sunday night.
In some ways, I suppose that is as good a time to go as any... but...
I keep thinking, “wait ‘til I tell Emily about that!” and then...
Me and her brother are the only ones left in her family, and when we get the ashes back, we are going to inter her next to the place her beloved dogs and other animals are buried, in my back yard.
Say a few words from The Ship’s Medicine Chest and Medical Aid at Sea, from their order for burial of the dead,
“...and the Sea shall give up her Dead...”
And I hope that would have made her happy.
Gotta go- too many tears for my baby child.
In spite of your pain, be thankful that she went as she did and did not suffer as so many do.
Try to keep yourself busy. I know it doesn't help much but sometimes we just have to suffer until it eases. I'll keep you in my prayers.
And - lol - yes I knew you liked my gifs.