Things Remembered

It's late and I am tired.

Davy Dawg is also tired.

I had him groomed today and he looks beautiful. His hair is all clipped short....his feet have been trimmed.....his nails have been properly trimmed.....and he smells pretty. Thank goodness.

Today has been unusually busy as I try and get a multitude of things done. However, somewhere around lunchtime it all came flooding back. From nowhere....but yet it came back. It's amazing. It seems like only yesterday. But now it's been three whole years.

Amazing.

So much has changed.

Let's go back in time to August 19, 2004. Dad O'Lovey was recovering at home from his sepsis episode. He had a heart murmur and had never medicated before he had dental work done. In November 2003 he had a routine cleaning. By January he had a massive bout of sepsis. It then attacked his heart valve. He suffered a couple of heart attacks....he went blind in one eye.....and the year 2005 began his long good bye.

August 19, 2004 was he and Mom O'Lovey's 50th Wedding Anniversary. She had made all kinds of plans for the 50th Anniversary. The daughters had made plans to cart him to one of their palaces so they could have a big celebration. Due to his weekened state, the scheduled the party for September 11.

I remember telling Lovey that I had a feeling that for him to make it to September 11 would be a long life for him. Why wouldn't they just celebrate it at his house so that if he tired he could go back to his room....to his bed.....to rest.

Nope.

In that family it's basically what everyone else wants......to heck with anyone else.

So on August 19, 2004, all of us gathered around the table at the O'Lovey's to toast them as they celebrated 50 years. We had steak, baked potatos, and a dessert of some sort. We ate and talked and laughed. The each of us got up and toasted them and pronounced special sishes to them both.

Then, Dad said he loved all of us. But that he had to go to bed. He was tired. It had been a very long day.

He went to his room. Mom helped him to get dressed for bed. He laid down.....

He never woke up.

He died in the wee hours of the morning. All the familly gathered in his bedroom as word spread. The mortuary could not pick him up for several hours. So, there he lay. And all of us said our goodbyes as best we could.

As it turned out, he was cremated. A memorial service was held on September 11. The party at the palace went on.

The only person not present was Dad O'Lovey.

He died three years ago today.

Here I am....a divorced man...living alone. Thinking about him.

He's gone....and the familly have him buried in the church cemetery. Still he has no marker of any kind.

So sad.