Eulogy for a Friend

Just how close can  you be to a friend?

When your friend is a small and not a very powerful one what do think of her presence?

In your troubled times that friend has been there not leaving your side for weeks at a time, and paces the floor and moans when you are not in her presence.

Every greeting is, "So glad to see you, where have you been all this time?", even if you have only gone to the grocery store and back.

I cannot ever remember a correction of my actions or a cross word, when I act out of character.

We wake together, and often feel the need for a nap at the same time.

We met by chance at work of all places. An appointment in the lake area brought us together.  Only one quick glance back and forth gave us the need to be together.

It is just shy of 16 years and the connection has been one that goes beyond the normal senses.

Morgan fades a little each day. Staring off into the distance, I wish I could communicate in words, and hear what she sees that is not visible to me with my limited vision.

At my age I have said good buy to too many friends, but perhaps Morgan released from pain can join them over the Rainbow Bridge. 

So Long my good friend.

Foot Note: We could not let Morgan go. She is still with us. She has some problems but seems to have her own schedule. Keeping us busy with a little more care. Stubborn about what she wants to eat. We will see how it goes for the time being.

2. Time finally caught up with her number of lives. We had to send Morgan over the Rainbow Bridge on Monday 10/19/2015. She gave it a try for the last couple of weeks but what ever tumor or trouble inside finally took her down and we could not see her suffer any more.

Summer is gone and the Silly Season is winding down.

 

  This was to avoid a political blog. That was the reason for starting. Unfortunately recent events make it impossible.

 Seeing so many Republicans wanting to be President should give us a reason to think that the Republic is in good shape, and there are a good number of candidates who want to guide us to further heights of greatness and wonder. If only that were true. A panoply of regressive and worn ideas are presented again in two debates and weird advertisements.

Watching the clown car of last Presidential election year turn into a total circus train with a ring master on every car. As the train hurtles toward disaster crossing a weakened bridge over the mouth of a volcano. Each Ring Master thinks he is in control of the engine, but in each car is only a percent or two of the circus people. The people in the cars are deluded, having their brains shrunk by too much exposure to Fox radiation. The applause is strong as the Circus Ring Masters call out one proposal after another. Each proposal is a bridge between the other, the poor, intelligence, science, women, children, education, peace, and any other positive direction you could take.  

Unfortunately with all the choice it is sad to look from podium to podium and say to your self please God help The United States of America and keep each of these people away from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

 9/21/2015