Katy and Mirren-our female cat- bonded immediately. When she turned that corner in Pet Smart, she was eye to eye with Mirren, almost like Mirren knew she was coming, and it was love at first sight. Most of the pictures you see of Mirren as a kitten are with Katy. Mirren would sleep with Katy…
This blog post is gonna be a little bit different than what you are all used to. As I navigate this scary new world I now inhabit, I take pleasure wherever I can find it. Most of the time that pleasure comes in the form of music. New albums and concerts have been a big…
With my birthday coming up I’ve been thinking about Katy a lot. Birthdays were never a big thing for Katy and I; we did not throw parties or buy lavish gifts for each other. We preferred to play hooky from work and spend the day together; that was a gift. Sometimes we would catch a…
Grief has made me recognize little things that I took for granted in the 20 years I was with Katy. In a marriage, at least in my experience, there comes a point when your partner develops into something more than just a partner, they become the eyes in the back of your head, or a…
I live with loneliness. It’s a loneliness that crawls over me. It gets into my head and makes me doubt whether I am good enough. It attaches itself to my most personal parts and tempts me in ways that make me feel ashamed. It follows me like a bastard shadow, and trips me up as…
On the first night they met, their worlds collided, and he was excited and uncertain of their future. On the first night they slept together, he lay in bed after, watching her sleep and he felt a peace wash over him On the first night in the house, he truly felt at home for the…
Last night, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I could hear one of the cats in the hallway crying. This has been happening a lot. It is usually Mirren. She sits in the hallway, crying out. As I listened, I thought about what losing Katy must be like for the cats. Confusion,…
Something has changed and he can’t understand it. The silence is new. It is a silence he has never heard before. It is loud, and intense as it rings in his ears. He tries to fight it by opening the windows to let the world in, but even the world can’t penetrate the walls. Occasionally…
He stands in the doorway looking over the mess. It’s her mess. Not as in she is responsible for it, but it is her stuff.In one corner he stares at a pile of pens. It is a hulking mass of writing tools including highlighters, dry erase markers, crayons and even a few pencils. He sees…
He is standing in line at the grocery store. There is woman and her daughter behind him. He can hear them giggling and then the mother taps him on the shoulder. “My daughter and I think your hoodie is very funny, can I ask where you got it?” He looks down and recognizes the hoodie.…