Over the river and through the woods to Goompa's house we go. Too much sadness. Lost our baby boy -- How can it be three years now? Tears at the remembrance of holding him in our arms.Then our angel baby last April. Michelle Malkin knows where we live:
Whoever said “time heals all wounds” has only known superficial hurt.
Traditions. Thanksgiving dinner with family. Ghosts.
Then comes our new love, Little Kitteh, walking us back to the endless astonishment of life in the round. She hopped up onto the Thanksgiving table to check things out. Nose to candle flame, first time, thrashing retreat (above). Nothing broken, but lesson learned.
Then comes Goomp's magnificent Purrky (foreground above) for a staredown. Look to the animals, Mummy always said.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, Tuck, LK and the rest. We think of you often.
Posted by: Carol Ward | November 24, 2011 at 09:49 AM
Sissy,
Once you sent me a hug when I was feeling down and sad. You can't have known how much it meant to me that day and today I'd like to return it you. Hugs! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving God Bless.
Posted by: sherry | November 24, 2011 at 09:52 AM
Nice to see how much Little Kitteh is brightening your life. Joy can make loss even more bittersweet sometimes, can't it?
PS--My daughter calls my in-laws Gooma and Goompa.
Posted by: Taxpayer | November 25, 2011 at 11:00 PM
LK receives the first in a series of lessons on the meaning of "Alpha Cat" from the ever gorgeous Purky.
My two hooligans had a lovely Thanksgiving because I took their soused Uncle Stu over to my sister's for Thanksgiving! So they had a little peace and quiet and a break from mommy's stress. Then Uncle Stu left to return to Mexico on Friday morning so now the entire house is stress free!
Happy Thanksgiving all!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | November 26, 2011 at 03:21 PM