Hopefully The Bastard Who Did It Won't Be So Lucky

While I love the fact that this story about Lucky the cat has a happy ending, I can't help but hope that the asshole who put that beautiful animal in a cage with 16 pounds of rocks and tossed him in the river will have a special seat in hell waiting for them. (I'm assuming the cat's a he -- female cats tend to be less cuddly - especially after a traumatic ordeal).

The cruelty of people is unbelievable -- and I wonder why I find it so sometimes but then I realize - as long it remains unbelievable to me I can rest assured that I'm not be capable of such cruelty. I hope they find the owner(s) -- the punishment in this case should fit the crime. Toss em in the river I say.

My Parents Have Always Been Ahead of Their Time

Haven't blogged lately - too busy, too sad, too focused on work. But got through Christmas okay - except for the nasty bug that hit the day after and took down eight of the nine members of my immediate family. It was nasty.

But I digress. Saw this article about limbo -- and it took me back to the sixth grade where a nun at St. Mary's Elementary School taught me the difference between limbo and purgatory. After telling my mom about this and asking her about my brother John (who died during childbirth when I was seven), I, and my siblings, headed to public school the next year. True story.

Grieving in a season of cheer

I have no idea where the time goes - I've been meaning to post this article about grieving and the holidays since December 7. Better late than never I always say - a phrase Kevin hated since he was usually on the receiving end of my lateness.

I disagree with one point in the article - I don't see that this gets easier. The first Christmas without Kevin was hard -- but my focus was on the fact that Kevin wasn't here that day. This Christmas will be more difficult as I am constantly reminded that Kevin won't EVER be here for this Christmas or any other.

Hard to feel cheery - but I am doing my best. The tree goes up tonight - that's the hardest thing for me to take care of because that was his task when it came to Christmas decorations around the house. Doing it alone is confusing because I can't NOT do it - but I can't stand doing it without him.

Why isn't 20 percent profit enough?

A close friend of mine works at Newsday and the Chinese water torture staff has had to endure for many months would be too much for me to bear. So hopefully Trib bean counters read this article - hopefully they actually read newspapers.

Making A Life

Not that I'm into tai chi -- and Kevin was in relatively good shape at 182 pounds and 6-2 when he died. But this is one widow who seems to have the right idea.

Cat, Baby, Baby, Cat

The baby in question was a cat in need of rescue. As we say in my family, not that there's anything wrong with that.