The sounds from outside.
For the moment, the rains have stopped. The night breeze coming in the windows cooling the room. It has been another sweet southern summer day.
I may have made a mistake in judgement earlier today. I went out to fill the bowls with dry food for the not so stray cats and kittens. Two of the kittens have reached a point of allowing me to pet them. They come running for food, stop, then begin eating. Once they are eating I can pet them. And they allow it without running away. When I poured the dry into the bowls the kittens had ran up and brushed against me in impatience. When it began eating, I reached down and picked it up. That kitten when from comfortable and trusting to terrified in a nanosecond. I won’t try that again.
There is still no sign of the missing kittens, but I still believe they are around somewhere as their mom is still close.
Today was my son’s day off from work. About the time the mail carrier came down the road he was bored and actually went outside to wait on the jeep to come back up the dirt road. The letter than came for me was from this credit group. I know others that use it, and have suggested it for me for my needed dental work. Though I had avoided it because of what I suspected and the letter proved me correct. The interest rate on this card is 26.99%, um, no thank you. Now what I need to do is find out how to opt out of prescreened offers such as this. I have all the cards I need or want.
Mom called several times today. Dad had gone off with friends that left her with plenty of spare time. We had our usual chat around 8:30. She called to let me know he was going. She called to tell me about the squirrel that crossed the top of their storage building and ran toward her bushes. Bushes my brother had topped and thinned out for her. She said that poor squirrel stopped short, sat up, looked at the bushes and then toward the woods, back to the now much smaller, shorter bushes then turned to walk toward the woods. From a funny call, to a sad one.
I knew it was coming. We all knew, it was coming. We simply didn’t know when. When, was today. I received word that my cousin had gone home to be with the Lord early this morning. She had left this life, and joined family and friends who have gone on before. During the day I’ve thought of moments and memories. She was only seven years older than me. How many times, were we together for the various family gatherings? How many times, did we see each other at town events, or did dad ride up to share a few moments?
Someone shared a photo of your deck. The way you had it so comfortably decorated. I remember the last time I was there with dad. Walking up the steps and across to your doorway. I remember feeling, welcome. Just as I am positive, that when you opened your eyes in Heaven, you felt welcome. Welcomed by the family who all went before. Welcomed by the angels. Welcomed by Jesus. We will miss you, but we will see you again.