We are leaving today to go to Texas to spend Thanksgiving with my Grandpa. To catch some of you up. My step-grandmother (gf's wife of 40 years) passed away 2 months ago. The funeral service was canceled when the hurricane it TX so they rescheduled for the day after Thanksgiving when the family could all get together again (she was cremated). My grandfather has been terribly distraught. We had gotten a new puppy about the same time she passed away and he's really been a handful on top of taking care of Isaac, 5 cats n a parrot, remodeling the new house, not to mention Mike's nephew is deathly allergic to dogs which caused him to miss Isaac's 1st birthday. With all of this, I called my grandpa and asked him if he'd like a puppy companion to ease the lonliness and to give him a living being to take care of again. He'd been caring for my grandmother for the last few years because of her severe Emphysema. He said he didn't think so because he was sure he wouldn't be around much longer. Well, I put the pup in the paper to try to find him a good home and got a couple of promising inquiries. I called Grandpa to let him know that I thought I'd found a good home and he said NO, I WANT HIM. Apparently he's been looking forward to having him. He's already named him, Snoopy Vaughn. So Dexter is no longer ours I'll miss the little guy with his big floppy ears.
Now he's asked me to do the Eulogy at the service. I'm a wreck in front of groups, but we'll just have to see how it goes. It's the least I could do for her life here on earth.
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When You Are Old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
