My maternal grandmother died August 2, 2013. Seems she was the last person I wrote about. I was told I was giving the eulogy. It was hard but I did it. My ex was there with both of the girls. J didn't come to the funeral; I was sad about that. I have a 97-yr-old paternal grandmother still living. When she passes, we are just going to have to bite the bullet and she will attend with me. I miss my grandmother every day. She left me her double pearled ring, a ring I have loved since I was a child. She always told me it would be mine when she died.
When my mom got it out of the jewelry box and put it in my hand, suddenly I knew what I had to do. I don't really wear too much jewelry; I like to wear the necklace J gave to me on our first anniversary back together. So I had the two pearls made into two pearl necklaces for my daughters for Christmas. I let the jeweler keep the actual ring to sell the silver to help pay for the necklaces; I regret that now. As we were walking to the parking lot, J asked me if I changed my mind, we could go back in, but I said "no" and we got in the car. I was crying. But I know I did the right thing. The girls were so touched by the necklaces and I notice them wearing the necklaces every time I see them and it's been eight months since they received them.
Another big change in my life is that I have started going to Unity. To me, it's not really a church as much as it is a spiritual center. I don't believe everything they teach there, but I am starting to make friends and I always feel welcomed and accepted. I joined the choir. Here we are doing a patriotic gospel song.
America the Beautiful
It's not the greatest recording, as it was taken on a cell phone, but as you can see, we rock!
We still have Callie, or as J calls her "Callie Belly." Here's one of my favorite photos of her riding in the car.
She was a therapy dog for a couple of months, but then we realized she had major separation anxiety. We started putting her in doggie day camp three days a week. They let the dogs bark all day at the passerbys in the window, so when I started taking her to nursing homes, she would bark at everyone. Not good for a therapy dog. So we stopped. She is now just a rambunctious, two-year old dog who loves belly rubs and hugs and kisses; has her favorite spots in the house (all spots in the house are hers). Her favorite person at night is me; her favorite person in the morning is J. She loves her piece of turkey bacon every morning, and expects it. She loves going to the dog park and jumping around in the mud pit by the lake. She loves her car seat because she can see out on drives.
Callie is supposed to get a big brother. He is a rescue from a high-kill facility. He had kennel cough and low-positive heartworms. We were supposed to get him last weekend, but now they found out he has distemper. :( I hope the little guy makes it. His current name is Rufus. He's the black one on the left.
Until next time...
Namaste,
~b~
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