Tomorrow is 7 months since Dad’s initial stroke. I cannot believe we are more than halfway through this incredible year of change. It doesn’t feel like it, that’s for sure. Last Friday I put my old dog Kane down, a difficult decision I knew I was going to have to make, yet not an easy situation to go through. The best dog I could have ever asked to be graced with, I had Kane for just over 11 years. I thought about the decade plus he was in my life. How it had changed, the things I had done, the places I had been, the people I had met. All gone now and in the past. Even last year is so long forgotten I can barely remember what it, life, was like.
Kane was to stay with Dad, when I was initialing planning my escape of Maine. It would have been easier on me with moving and I knew he loved Kane and loved having a dog to take care of, despite what he would tell you in person. Kane grew very close to Dad and Dad to Kane. They had a very clear understanding who gave out the treats. It was Dad.
Someone related a conversation they had regarding the loss of a loved one. This loved one hadn’t passed yet, but it was looming on the horizon and so the question arose, “I don’t know how I’m going to deal with the loss. How will I get through it?” The advice given was as each new day rises, so too do you rise. At first it may be difficult, unbearable and possibly heart wrenching. But you go through the day and then the next day and the next day and the next day. Before you realize it, life is happening. It had never really stopped, even though you may have thought it did. Life continues to happen for all of us.
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| Kane and Dad 2/7/2012 |
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