All of us are walking around trying to do what is needed. What is asked of us. But some, like Spat and Colleen's Dad are having to do things neither of them ever dreamed they would have to do. I can not believe I will not hear that woman's voice again.
I am not sure that we are all in denial and trying to just go through the motions without absorbing the reality of what all this means. How can Colleen not sit up and start telling jokes? How will we get by with out her laugh. How are we going to do this?
I can't imagine how Spat, Colleen's family, and her best friend Linda are dealing with this. I am sitting alone holding down the fort. I could not leave and have Spat come home to a dark empty house. If all I do here is to be quiet, to stand next to him with my hand on his back, then I want to be here to do it.
I appreciate so much what Judy and Denise have done for me to let me come here and be with these people.
And isn't that how the world works, each of us needing some assistance, and each of giving the assistance we have to give.
This afternoon there was a knock on the french doors on the side of the house. Not where people would walk up and knock. I walked to the door and there were the two sandhill cranes. Spat and Colleen feed them like pet chickens. Only these birds are huge. I think the male stands almost 5 feet tall. I gave them their bread and then wanting to share a picture of these beautiful large birds I took my computer out, and after missing many good photos. I figured out how to take a photo to share with you.
I feel her here also.
Colleen, take care sweetheart.