Life, Love and Kindness

Small Comfort

I posted this on my old blog on July 9, 2011 after we said good-bye to our sweet Daisy. I’m re-posting this for Stephanie Miller, who is going through the same grief today for her beloved Max.

We know you’ve been hurting for a long time. And you were getting so tired.

You spent the day in the sunshine, wandering the yard and nosing in the sage for lizards. Then you came inside to take a nap at my feet. I brushed you one last time, and then you and I and Dad went for a ride. One of your favorite things to do. Sissy met us there. And then we said good-bye as you fell asleep in our arms. It was as peaceful as we could have hoped for.

Thank you for being our big brown doggie.

Daisy, July 8, 2011

I don’t believe in heaven
And I know that there’s no hell,
I don’t think you’ve gone anywhere,
And I guess that’s just as well

‘Cause I want to remember
the last look in your eyes
It was the best and worst thing
to get to say goodbye
to you~

They say we’re not s’posed to comprehend,
But I wanna know more
Being there with you at the end
was a pain I had hoped for

Did you know where you were going?
Did you like the time you’d spent?
I wish that you’d stayed longer,
But that’s not how it went

Now I know there’s no forever,
but of all the hearts I’ve met,
I think the place we ended up
was as close as one could get,
did you~?

They say we’re not s’posed to understand
That doesn’t help me
Watching you leave by my own hand
Were the cards that were dealt me

Some would blame the dealer,
some would blame the deal,
some would make up stories
that never could be real

I hope when you left,
You were glad to be back home,
I think that you knew
You would never be alone

I’ve no need for heaven,
Or some eternal bluff,
I prefer what’s real
And what we had here was enough

I’m glad I get to miss you
but that you can never miss me
Thinking you’ll wake up and see us
is your eternity…
small comfort
I miss you
I miss you
I lo~
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Small Comfort” ~ George Hrab, Trebuchet

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Now comes the hard part

One week ago. I was there.

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This was the easy part.

Now we have to go home and organize in our own communities. We have to hang on to what we felt last Saturday, whether we were in Washington DC, at our local marches or just watching on television. We must remember the solidarity we felt, especially when the work gets hard or boring or someone pisses you off or when you think it should be done a different way or some person or committee screwed something  up or when it looks like we are going in twenty different directions and we can’t settle on a course of action.

Or. Or. Or.

And to be perfectly frank, I’m not worried about THEM dividing us. I’m worried about us taking care of that all by ourselves.

We are on the same side. Hold on to that. And be kind to each other. We need ALL of us. And if some of us aren’t as woke as others, if some of us put our foot in our mouth, if some of us are unintentionally oblivious, please, give us the benefit of the doubt.

There is so very much at stake.