My profound thanks to all those who wrote me about Cully-- it helps some...
I am trying to be like an oyster: when an oyster gets some sand inside it
and feels pain, it starts covering the sand with nacre until the sand
grains have become a smooth, round pearl carried inside the oyster. I am
trying to wrap the pain of loss in memories of happy, sweet, silly times
so that I have a pearl of good Cully memories inside me, to carry around
forever. Sometimes I almost feel like I am holding him in my arms again,
and I dreamed of him last night, so I think it's working. Still, it hurts.
My condolences to anyone else facing a similar situation. Hug all your
fuzzies tight... (until they squirm and say quit it, anyway)
Regina
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...melancholia, mon cher...
[Posted in FML issue 3153]