Anniversaries

I spend moments reflecting on anniversaries (more than others?) Tomorrow is my Sparky's 1 year anniversary of his passing. He died in my arms, at home. He was an old kitty. He was filled with personality. He was the one that had been there for me: during my dad's passing in 1988, during my divorce in 1994, during my wedding plans to Tommy, during my wins on tour, under my feet next to the fan in the motorhome during our hot traveling days in the motorhome on tour, during my crying bouts with the tour ending, during my studying days in EMT-B school. He was mine. There through it all. He was the one. Now he's gone, and it's a year later, and things again are changing again for me. Today I released many of my bowling students from their Sunday lessons: I have to prioritize my life so as to not be in the same situation 6 months ago with 2 hours of sleep a night. I will miss them, too. They were my bowling inspiration. But, I need this change ot move forward. I am out of paramedic school now-awaiting my state test August 29th.

August is a tough month anyway. Like in the Northeast in February-awaiting the end of Winter, we here in FL await cooler temperatures coming in September-hopefully w/o hurricanes attached. I also await my second August-week blues which hit me every year due to my father's passing. When does the pain end? I am not sure it ever does. But, with pain I certainly can compare exhilaration and joy much more clearly.

I release the old to discover the new...