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Now Then Say Howdy About Me Guestbook Moved - 2007-07-16 |
2001-10-22 - 7:16 p.m. Wistful. I can't think of a better word for the way I'm feeling. Websters defined it as a sad longing and desire. At first I didn't think that was quite right, but on a second look it fits. I'm wistful about missing what seems to have been an exceptionally cool event. (And I know the Seven Sacraments darn it!). I'm reading diary entries that are sending me sniffling. Tributes to one of my favorite people of all time: Kane. My sad story is that he was gone and I didn't even know until after the fact. Munchie was just born and I was out of touch with things. I'd have liked to have gone to the funeral to say goodbye. He was such a dear. Once he came and crashed at Tara's and my place for an event. I fed him burgers at 2 in the morning and breakfast before the event. I talked him through the directions back from the post-revel at 0-god-thirty when he went the wrong way, and sat on my bed in the morning chatting with him about every and anything. He teased me that I looked pissed that we went out to breakfast instead of letting me cook. But I had the stuff to cook everything on that breakfast bar. I doubt I could have cooked enough to fill him up, though. What a wonderful person, what a terrible loss for us all. Does the dog hear a sniffly Deb? The fuzzy one never hangs out with me and here he is at my feet. Geeze gotta love the canine intuition. Sigh.
"The beauty of grace is that it makes life unfair." -Matthew Thiessen |