Oh Kate, I am so very sorry about Brian.. the love you shared with him and your love of him with all of us was so genuine. I hope every wonderful memory of him makes you smile with the joy that you were in each other’s lives. 💗
I enjoy your sentimental journey. I let my emotions flow when I feel them, I am at age that I don't care what anyone thinks about it. I am also at an age where almost everyday has a memory attached to it. Sorry for your loss of Brian, I lost my Joe two years ago, but I adopted two new red white boys to keep me company, they are a handful and most likely will be the last cats I own at my age. Traveling mercies on the next phase of your life.
Those last moments reminiscing in your apartment were probably like being in a glass time capsule - the silence deafening.
Driving past an apartment you lived in years ago and thinking that it's still 1993, and you're just on your way home from work while pulling in the parking lot and specifically remembering that Stone Temple Pilots' song, when it was a new song, just as if it was now.
Oh, the nostalgia.......let me redirect back to the here and now - I think we all have done this a time-or-two.....myself more than others, I feel.
Oh Kate, I am so very sorry about Brian.. the love you shared with him and your love of him with all of us was so genuine. I hope every wonderful memory of him makes you smile with the joy that you were in each other’s lives. 💗
I enjoy your sentimental journey. I let my emotions flow when I feel them, I am at age that I don't care what anyone thinks about it. I am also at an age where almost everyday has a memory attached to it. Sorry for your loss of Brian, I lost my Joe two years ago, but I adopted two new red white boys to keep me company, they are a handful and most likely will be the last cats I own at my age. Traveling mercies on the next phase of your life.
I did. I do. #iamasoftie. #anchorcatforeverfan
I do! And I'm so sorry about the lovable companion Brian. You gave him a loving life!
You are a superlative writer and an inspiration.
Those last moments reminiscing in your apartment were probably like being in a glass time capsule - the silence deafening.
Driving past an apartment you lived in years ago and thinking that it's still 1993, and you're just on your way home from work while pulling in the parking lot and specifically remembering that Stone Temple Pilots' song, when it was a new song, just as if it was now.
Oh, the nostalgia.......let me redirect back to the here and now - I think we all have done this a time-or-two.....myself more than others, I feel.