It has been 6 years since she’s gone.
As memories get further and further away from us, we eventually let go of them. It is then, when they are in freefall, that they boomerang back to you. I do not try to remember of forget the time, as choosing to remember or forget is a wasted discipline. I have said before and I will say again, time marches on and waits for no one. I walk by her house on most days, so in a way she’s constantly there. It is very telling that over the Jubilee weekend when the nation was in a rare celebratory mood, I ran in to a mutual friend of the family. That really brought some memories back, but we both agreed – it was a long time ago.
Thinking back to that time of my life, it was completely different than it is now. Since the virus and the hysteria surrounding it has waned, life has been a strange mixture of calm and chaos rolled in to one. Certainly, very fast-paced. And lots of new faces. Situations and support systems show up in one’s life at a particular time and place, and all we can do is go with the flow. Mousie was definitely part of my flow for 14 years, and in a way, she’s still there.
Here are some pictures of my love, and as always, there were too many to choose from: