It has been difficult few weeks for us. George passing away was the start, and then my Grandfather's wife Helen passed away last week. I got to see George a few weeks before he moved on and I am glad I got those few moments. On that same note, when I visited Granddad and Helen (and Sherry) this summer I was blessed to get some quality time with Helen. I will always remember those last moments.
Today there was another death. My sister's 21 year old cockatiel passed away. That bird was a part of our family. She was my sister, hell, her age was closer to me than my other sisters. She will be missed. She is loved. And it was time.
Good-bye Claire.
We all loved you.
Still do.
I hope that the next few weeks will be better, but to the three of you, I'll see you on the other side.
We all walk. We walk wherever we are. That wherever changes from time to time, and so changes where we walk. Often our walks are domestic, but these are the tales of every step of foreign soil.
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