Well.. since Sunday is Samhain/Hallowe’en, here…
I’d love to have a cat like this. So purrfect. But… I can’t believe that it will be Bees’ birthday on the 20th. She would have been 48. I really want to visit her grave, but a number of obstacles…
- I have no idea where in St. John’s Cemetery her family buried her.
- I could probably call a cab to drive us there and back… but again, coming back to the first reason? We’d be forever; searching for her grave. I love cemeteries, just don’t want to stay in one after dark. Too much energy. Not all good either.
Unless maybe a few other people wanted to join Julz and I like Deb and maybe Rosie…. idk.
I think I’ll just drown my sorrow in a medium stuffed crust pepperoni and mushroom pizza with bacon cheez bread. (┬┬﹏┬┬)
But… gotta be strong. Soldier on. My grief counselor was useless.
But… tomorrow is Wednesday… and then Thursday and my meeting with the psychiatrist. Which should be good. After lunch on Thursday. At 1pm. I’m writing this down so I don’t forget… as I’m prone to do that.
G2G.
Sammi
