NaPoWriMo #9

E-RSVP

had an E-Vite for a hybrid
baby shower to which I
E-RSVP’d for the virtual login
option.

However, work is
offering overtime and time
and a half plus other incentives
and the inevitability of a
significant amount of extra coins
just seems so much better than
me fake-smiling and ooh-ahhing
to the passing around of
baby things I’ll never touch.

it was odd . . . E-cancelling
my E-RSVP, but I have life
riding me like the hag,
and having a lovely nest egg
to feed it is simply the
better choice.

Homegoing

Chrissy and I. I must’ve been about five years old in this photo.

there was a light
within you–touched
others, breathed new life
into them. they felt it,
always.

people from miles upon
miles away, unlinked but
linked by you–by who
you were.
your gift had been in
every breath you took.

your sheer existence was life.

and when many gather to
compliment a soul, and everything
said is positive, this speaks
volumes.
it’s who you were.
it’s who I knew and love,
and so many others too.

so, you are going home now . . .
this is where I leave you–
it’s where I lay a final
kiss on your cheek, a
last tight hug, and words
left unspoken, shared.

until we meet again
in the beyond past the
beyond, I will greet you
with a smile on
my face, and love in my heart
because every bit of
you had been a present
to unwrap and give to
someone else.

I blow out a candle for
your physical body
will find its way beneath six
feet of dirt and clay,
but your spirit . . .

your spirit lives on.

Drake & Jernee

Guard dogs: Jernee & Drake
Naptime
Waiting for dinner.
Drake, being such a good boy.
Getting ready to head out for a nightly walk.

I am keeping my cousin’s dog, Drake, while they travel for my cousin’s funeral, which is today. It will stream live via YouTube, so I will tune in for it later. I do not do well around crowds now. Social anxiety is probably an understatement. Plus, I just cannot endure funerals.

I’d rather remember Chrissy the way I have her in my mind; lively, full of love and hope, and vibrant. I do not want whatever image the casket will display of her trapped in my mind forever.

These two, though . . . are like Frick & Frack. It’s really quite amazing to watch them interact. Jernee is older by nearly five years, but you would never know it by simply looking at them. I am glad I have their comfort today.