September 21st, 2009 at 11:17 am
(Cats, Grieving)
I didn’t want to post here until I was certain but Thurien is now missing, presumed stolen. He got out Thursday morning, unbeknownst to us and has not been seen since. We are presuming him stolen because there is a mentally-handicapped woman in town famous for stealing people’s cats. She puts out food for strays and she stole the cat of a friend of our family. We have not gone to ask her if she got a new kitty or not as of yet because we have not found her to home.
We’ve both been wrecks. Thury is like a son to Kal, his favorite cat, his little boy. Without him in the house, it seems like colors are missing from the world. I’m really hoping he comes back but I am not banking on it either.
September 1st, 2009 at 12:31 pm
(Grieving, Interstitial Cystitis, Wild Foods and Medicines)
Uncle’s memorial ceremony affected me more yesterday than I thought. They also mentioned him playing golf in (celestial abode of your choice) with my father and that just sent me crashing. Also, I am very tired of the over casket conversions and the assumptions of faith that I’ve seen various preachers of the Christian Faith pull at these memorial services. It sickens me vastly that they would use something that is supposed to celebrate the life of the deceased to try and terrify people into either converting to their religion or more closely following the ways of their sect. The assumption that the deceased was a member of their sect or that they followed the prevailing religion here is also disgusting, as it the smarmy way that they sometimes claim to have known the deceased or knew their mind. I get it- Memorials are for the living and mostly they arrange them to comfort themselves (I did not, hence my total disgust at the rent-a-reverend that tried to convert people over Dad’s casket and assumed the level and direction of his faith) but it’s flirting with lies and hypocrisy, some of the stuff I’ve had to witness.
I had thought myself further along the coping spectrum with Dad’s death. I’m unsure if I need to revise my thoughts about where I am or if it’s just that such an event will trigger me in that way. I had felt better about it until that service. I feel that I’ve slid back somewhat now.
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