Did you hug your dog today?
I’m getting anxious about the impending separation as T is leaving the country for too long a period. In the end, I know it’s all doable, but the thought of being without her makes me anxious. I was at my mom’s Saturday and was trying to hang out and be with her, but I had this gnawing feeling that I wanted to get back home, and be with my family which now consists of T, Arlene, and Loca. I can’t imagine how xenophobic I might become when there is an orange cat and other additions to our family that make me want to stay close to home. I spoke with friends over the past couple of days who have been brushed by other people’s tragedies – an addicted husband who left his wife and two very young kids, a husband who committed suicide, a brother who attempted suicide, a father who is dying – all of these events give me pause and perspective. It’s hard to fathom going four weeks at a time without T here in this house doing what she does – making me happy, making our life beautiful, caring for all of us with such tenderness, I guess I can just focus on the temporariness of our separation and the joys to come and be thankful for every minute in between.