Rough day

Funeral was this morning.

Feeling drained and empty.

A mini Irish wake tonight:  Jim lit a candle this morning, and we are going to let it shine all night, and toast to Margie with cognac.

Had to cut shopping short, too emotional.

Cats know something is up.  They won’t leave my side.

Heard noises on the deck.  2 squirrels are bouncing off the windows, trying to get in.  What the hell?

I guess they must be Irish squirrels.

Gonna sleep with the beautiful afghan that Margie knitted for me.

Just trying to hold on to her.

But she slipped away.

And left a hole in my heart, that will take time to heal.

So hush little baby
Don’t you cry
You know your daddy’s bound to die
But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over.







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