Joy and Sorrow. . .

Seems the Turn of the Wheel is just a mixture of Joy and Sorrow...

Last week our long time pet passed away, and we've been dealing with the depression of 'letting go.' Just yesterday my wife broke down, and gave in to her need for that special companionship again, as she and my daughter surfed the internet and found another dog. Liz bought her a seven week old, red, male poodle puppy. Since they are both huge Laurell K. Hamilton fans, she named the puppy after one of the Ware characters: Micha.

We took Micha out the Park for a hearty walk, laughed at his hopping prances, and giggled at his growelings as we three bonded. As much as we loved, and will continue to miss our April; Micha is by no means her replacement. Ones joy only sooths the sorrow of the others loss. There were brief moments when we shared memories of our last dog's bonding, as our new puppy's play held our tears back - I guess the getting on is helped on with the passage of time.

Mixed is all this mundane drama is the anticipated joys of my daughter's first child in a few weeks. "Shavanna Alise" - will be like watching my daughter all over again; as my wife, and I begin our turn of the Wheel as grandparents - such is the Joys and sorrows of our lives...

The smallest of words

You know what really seems to matter most in life? It's those small, mundane acts of kindnes; like all the sympothy notes I've gotten from friends about the loss of our favorite pet, April. A gently given smile. An expected "thank you" card from one of the many apartments complexs we've visited; during our hunting about.

Seem kindness unwarrented, and those small acts are what really make the day worth drudging forward for, life's still interesting. Have you ever noticed that when you're late for work, or on a hurried errand out - that's just when you have to stop for the longest funeral line in history; it's then when you're given that oppertunity to show respect. Don't be like the idiot behind me the other day, honking and swearing. . .

My eyes hurt...

Sometimes the only words are tears. Some sorrows can only be expressed by weeping. Weeping is not like crying; when you smash y our finger with the hammer! But the loss of a loved one, favorite pet, or parting ways of lovers... weeping is deep, moaning, soulful crys. Like certain undeniable smells, weeping is an unmistakable, heart wrenching sound. Bothersome when you yourself weep, overpoweringly humbling to hear it from those close to you.

My eyes hurt, my chest is sore, and words fail to do even the slightest justice to the emotions of moarning ones pain through weeping. I feel happy for those who have never wept; yet, as death enters all of our lives at one time or another - we all weep...

April Snow

TO THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND................. Unless you have had a pet, for any length of time; where the passing of years endear them even more to you as a family member - you might not be able to appreciate their loss, and the pain of that losing. Thirteen years ago my wife and I selected from a poodle litter, one such pet who became that cherished member of our family. Early this morning "April" passed away. After three days of uncharacteristic behaviors, she struggled to stay with us; fighting the sudden onset of a resently learned heart disease. Though I have lost pets before to the sting of death; however, in all honesty I can truthfully say that none have ever made me cry so much, not their passing so deeply felt, as the loss of our beloved poodle. My wife and I will be married 23 years come April 17; this dog was with us for 13 of those years. So, to call her a "family member" is no light thing. Extremely intelligent, attentive to our mood changes, and more obedient than a child. Never have I gleaned more of an example of true, unconditional love, and friendship, than from this one animal. "Thank you, April, for having allowed us to be a part of your life," was one of the last things we told her, during her last night of labourious battle to hang on. I believe that if humans are blessed with an afterlife, then it must also be filled with such gentle spirits as our April. Through a tearful gaze my heart feels her beside my mother-in-law; as they both await their loved ones. -----------To all those who understand, I share our tears with you.

YOU SAID: Scripts

I'm still just as fasinated with the internet as the first time. Still amazed by the ease of the World Wide Web's ability to surf across the globe and visit with others. Here are a few sites with some interesting "fonts" in their original laguages...

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http://masquerader597.blogspot.com/ English
http://infojugogastrico.blogspot.com/ Spanish
http://sfcheungreviews.blogspot.com/ China
http://interlibraryloan.blogspot.com/ Korea
http://nikahang.blogspot.com/ Aribic
http://viddeliten.blogspot.com/ Sweden
http://poesiatoda.blogspot.com/ Portugal
http://nguoiduongthoi.blogspot.com/ Hum...

Various language scripts across the Web

YOU SAID: Spam

I was surfing along the internet one day and came across a site that I found very intriging; left a brief comment - inviting the individual to surf mine. No biggy, I thought; however, (my rights to do so soon deleted his vulgarly furious reply). He replied that he felt I SPAMed his site.

Along the surfings for interesting items I came across Blog Blahs, spamic advertisements for your unasked for enjoyment...

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Bad SPAM, Bad!

YOU SAID: Terri Schiavo

Doctor McCoy's own father was in a situation very much like Terri Schiavo; one of the torrments he carried with him throughout his life, was his own father's death. He was his father's doctor, and removed his life suppot systems - and watched his passing; soon thereafter a cure was discovered.

I don't know all the cirumstances of the Schiavo case; I know how I feel about myself - or even the critical care patiences I work around at the State School. I would not wish to "live" as she is now; however, what about care and recovery? What about the wishes of the husband, her family, or the many families who are similarly in her case? What about "death wishes," the elderly, mentally/physically disabled?

What about you?
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Terri with Dr.McCoy