Sunday, March 8, 2020



What is left is a faded blue puppy given to him by a volunteer on one of his too frequent stays in the hospital, several small wooden trucks, a Snoopy pillow case and boxes of photographs.

Over the years you wait for the pain to go away but it never does.

It just changes.

It shifts from day to day and year to year and becomes something different, sometimes better sometimes worse.

And you manage to get through the least most of the time.

You hold on tight and breath. 

And if you are very lucky you make it through to the moments when you remember things without the pain and you smile...and then you cry again and that's okay.

In loving memory...

Have a wonderful Sunday...

Noodle and crew


  1. Hari OM
    Such is memory... Blessings and Love, YAM-aunty xxx

  2. V;

    sending virtual hugs to you. B is always in your heart; you know that

    his loss is devastating, and yes... it's OK to cry ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥


  3. I had no idea, dear very sad for you.