Hey guys,
Why is it that even a year and a half after Cricket's
passing, I can burst into tears after having
flashbacks of the night he died? To a logical person
(being me), it sounds ridiculous and overdramatic.
But the fact remains that when I allow myself to
remember what happened with Cricket the night he died,
and how horrible it was, it sends me straight into
meltdown. I am at work for heaven's sake. Usually,
when I think about Cricket, I don't think about that
one day in his life. But it seems so unfair that he
couldn't have a more peaceful death. I will never
forget his suffering, even knowing that he is now at
rest. Why do some people's/animal's last days of
their lives have to be filled with pain and suffering?
I just don't understand it. I think maybe all the
recent losses, and sadly there have been many, might
be bringing my memories back, but maybe that's a good
thing? Maybe we never really fully stop grieving, but
every little meltdown we have allows us to heal a
little more.
Thanks for letting me ramble about my lack of
understanding of the meaning of life.
:)
Wendy
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the
world: Indeed it is the only thing that ever has!"
~~~ Margaret Meade ~~~
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