Yesterday was my sister’s memorial service. She was 31. I’m not going to go into great detail, I already wrote about my reaction the day she died and when her dog, my first niece, passed. Here it is, my sister’s life, summed up in written form the best way I know how.
For those of you playing along at home, it’s been a really weird month here at Casa Dachshund. The really good, new jobs that are awesome, has nearly been outweighed by the terrible, death and destruction.
Today there was more death. My first niece died. Jasmine, my sister’s Pomeranian, left us.
We don’t always know when a chapter in our lives ends. Very often it happens with a small sound, a wisp of smoke, or the tiniest wrinkle.
Then there are days like today when a chapter closes with a resolute BANG! A sound like a dictionary being dropped on the floor. The slamming of an old solid oak door with all the force of the gale behind it – BOOM.
Regular readers will recall that a little while back I said we’d be away for a while due to the death of a friend. Truth be told, his loss was, at the time, the latest in a long string of Very Hard Things 2015 had handed us.
It seems, however, that June might bright A New Hope. (Sorry) But, before we get to the good stuff, let’s go over where we’ve been, shall we?
I have a post percolating in my brain about Game of Thrones. Geoff and I have both been working crazy schedules between his school schedule and interviewing for work and my endless work schedule.
Then Jay died on Saturday.
Jay was really Carron’s friend, but he was a larger than life person who made the world a happier, better, and funnier place for being in it. I knew Jay through Carron but both Geoff and I had met him and like him immensely. He was Carron’s brother from another mother and circumstances in life had left him in a position to always make sure that Carron had what she needed if there wasn’t enough work that month. He was generous, giving, hilariously funny, and kind. Everything you’d want in a best friend and separated at birth brother.
Jay was violently murdered on Saturday in Mexico. No, I won’t link to the article or any photos. We don’t want or need to remember him that way. I choose to remember him as the kind man who made Carron so happy and and who was so good to so many people. I choose to remember the man who loved animals and always had a dog nearby. The man who contributed to animal charities and animal rescue.
So we’ll probably be a little sporadic in posting around here for a while. Between our schedules and the fact that a giant hole has been torn in Carron’s world, Game of Thrones posts can wait. We have funeral preparations to make, emails to send, and people to contact.
I suspect you know all of this already. You probably know a lot of things I don’t, but I wanted to take a moment to write you anyway. I’ll tell you straight away, I’ve missed you. When you took ill a few months ago we all assumed that you’d bounce right. You were always amazing with your energy and tenacity despite your age.
But you didn’t get better. You got worse. And on Thursday, you died.