Blogging does not always have to be "on subject." Sometimes it just feels good to say, or talk about something else. Does it always have to be a Market Report this, or Community that, or restaurant or other such thing?
Sometimes, other thoughts sound better. It might be something else on our mind. Maybe the mere typing of the words is some unknown therapy to the author...and even to the reader.
September 16, 1994 and January 19, 2007.
Days I will remember forever. Moments when my life changed....forever. Things precious and important to me, gone...forever.
But memories are a wonderful thing. Be they in your head, a journal, a blog, or a photo album. I know now why they say if your house is burning down, and you can save anything...save your photo albums. There are many who still have them..not in digital form!
September 16, 1994 my Dad left my world, for a better world. I have never understood why. It's just the way of some power much higher than I can imagine. I remember the last time I saw him, both alive and on the day of his funeral. And many other memories I will have....forever.
January 19, 2007. A living being that worshiped the very ground I walked on left me....forever. Nero, my beloved Greyhound lived his live to the fullest. I rescued him and gave him 13 years he almost never saw. I think now of the times I yelled, hit with a towel and got mad at my faithful companion. Yet now, what I would not give for 5 or 10 minutes with him. Nudging my arm right now as I type, saying, "Dad, you're always on the 'puter Dad. Talk to me Dad."
A distant friend just lost their faithful companion. And these words were so true, that, well...
They were Just Something Worth Saying.
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me to learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
Plese take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing, and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make herioc efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.
I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.