Walter died. There is no easy way to say those words. His heart stopped beating around 4:30 ET, Nov. 19th. While Walter was passing, a friend of mine lit a candle for him. In her words, “I lit this candle today with the intention and vision of Walter’s feeling and being free…”
This morning when I woke, my eyes were puffy and my nose was red. Starting a day in a world without Walter is not easy. But when I went to got dressed a smile came across my face. Walter was my conspiracy-theorist companion. Though he bought into the hype far more than I did, we truly enjoyed going back and forth with various theories. I wear this shirt with a smile, knowing Walter would smile with me. Oh how I will miss our conversations.
Special thanks to my friend for sharing the light with Walter.
Once upon a time, I was a house/dog sitter. When folks with animals traveled out of town, they contacted me to stay at their place and take care of their animals.
One of my clients was a woman with a dog named, Lina. I loved when Lina’s owner went out of town, because Lina was one of my favorite pooches to visit.
Lina and I became very close. When Lina’s Mom was given an opportunity to relocate to Massachusetts for work/school, she asked me if I wanted to adopt her. I literally jumped at the chance, and Lina became MY Lina.
Ernest Borgnine died today, Sunday July 8, 2012. He was 95yrs old.
After my Dad died, I had a greater appreciation for death. That is to say, I had a greater understanding for the grief that overwhelms those dealing with the loss. My Dad’s death also changed the way I looked at the overwhelming responses from the public when a celebrity dies.
You are forewarned … death exists in the picture today. Leah made me do it.
Grammy (and Leah), this one – er two – are for you.