Count Down to That Day

 Today is the first, I am six days away from that four year anniversary of his death. How, could it possibly have been four years already? It doesn’t seem as if it has been that long, and then again, it feels like forever. 

Four years ago, I was so unaware.

Good morning all- Its a little after 5am.. there are over 43 thousand people (yes even me) watching this giraffe. Last night when I turned everything off, there were over a hundred thousand. That’s a lot of people watching a giraffe and waiting for her to give birth. There are chats going on with people posting encouragements, there are people talking about this giraffe on social media, the news and in the day to day. Somewhat funny how an incredibly large mammal has brought so many people together. Now if we could only come together on important things. If we could encourage each other in the day to day. If we could discuss how to be better, make better, live better together. If only we could gather in mass in some form and instead of discussing a giraffe, this time discuss health issues, human issues, job issues, faith issues, the things that make us better people. Better people not only for ourselves but for each other.

Of course we have a bad storm come up with hubby gone… I know I’ve said it before, I do NOT like high winds. I have terrible flashbacks to Hurricane Hugo……

Tired…sounds like the storms have passed on, Buddy was ready to go back outside and see what had transpired. Mom acted as if she wanted out as well, but its late, its wet and I’m calling it a night so she’s going no where right now except over there to hang with her little ones. Since this stubborn giraffe is still not having her baby, (did you know that if you look closely, along with all of her heart shaped spots, there is one on her neck that looks like a person waving? yes- I’ve been spending way too much time watching her) I’m calling this day done and heading for bed…be safe my friends for the weather is crazy and at times dangerous

be well in body, mind and spirit be blessed in all things goodnight….


All of that was stuff I had posted on this day back in 2017 on a social media site. Just another day of work and home. I was fostering a mother cat and litter of kittens that she had in our storage building. My husband and I had found them within hours of having been born and moved them into the house. By this time they were almost old enough to go to the rescue group.


March first, was just another day closer to Spring. Another day closer to the time change when the days would be longer and I could spend more time outside.

March first, just another day.


I wonder, if we could really know the time our life, or the life of those we know and love is going to end, what would we do differently? Maybe, its a good thing we don’t know. I realize that there are times when unwanted decisions must be made. To be one who has to make such a decision must be near unbearable, even as you know that there is no other choice. And I’m not talking about acts of violence. What is on my mind, is when everything seems to be okay, then you get that call.

March first, four years ago, all seemed well. I had no idea.

Even when you are not a driver, the rumble of these big trucks, the roar of the engine, the sounds of the jake brakes, the release of air brakes and the sound of the horn, it gets inside and lives. It echos within your heart and mind. He went from having a job, to a way of life. I miss him.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to Count Down to That Day

  1. leendadll says:

    It must be a hard time for you. I hope you are able to focus on happy memories rather than loss.

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