I notice that mom is thinking a lot more about me these past months. Not sure why, but she is. Of course I am there in my urn on the dresser, and she sees me every morning. Katie used to sit up there with me but nowadays she doesn't want to leap that high. Mom is just as glad as she doesn't want Katie to hurt her now older knees and stuffs.
Mom thinks that our pawrents never really "get over" when we leave them. I am just around the corner...just beyond the periphery of vision...waiting to walk up the bed and sniff her eyelids...checking to see if she's in there. I'm in the closet hiding...curled on the top shelf or in the blankets. I'm under the table, behind the chair, my goodness, I'm everywhere.
Here I was one Fall morning in 2010 when it mom lowered the thermostat and allowed the front door to be open a few minutes for me to enjoy the sunpuddle and all the TV that was playing.
Thank you for coming to see me. XO
