Kathy lived for the CNE cat show. We practically built our August around it.
After being shut down by covid for two years running it was finally revived this year.
I felt an obligation to attend but was concerned I was torturing myself with grief and a desire to live in the past.
I asked some friends and they suggested I go but to also consider that some things may best be given up.
I went with a buddy and while it was fine I know it can never be the same.
Kathy was like a child among small critters, giddy with excitement and affection.
Those memories of Kathy’s delight will sustain me.
Tiny Tom donuts, a Kathy fave, and ice cream waffles made the day. No visit to the Ex was complete without these treats.
On Friday I went to visit Kathy’s resting place. It was one year to the day since her funeral.
I brought her some flowers and prayed and chatted though I could just as easily do the same at home. That’s how Kathy rolls.
Little things have happened that hint she is nearby keeping an eye on things, making sure I get what I need if not what I want. One day I may share them.
911 cut deep into Kathy.
It was a life changing event for her and privately she shed many tears for its victims over the years. One cannot be remembered without the other for me.
It is a rare day that passes without momentarily imagining she’ll be opening the front door soon or I’ll catch a glimpse of her working away at her computer and all will be right again.
I think it will be OK if I attend the cat show next year.
I gotta buy Kath her Tiny Toms ya know.
