When I was going through the worst of the Suboxone withdrawa, Pooka never left my side.
We got home from Johns Hopkins. Going back soon to start the process of updating and upgrading my BAHA implants.
A fresh look at the basics of old-time frailing banjo.
Feeling better today I decided to treat myself to one of my favorite vegetarian snacks, Garden Salsa Sun Chips.
Unfortunately, Pooka has a weird affinity for these chips.
So tonight my cat and I reenacted the scene from Gladiator where the Spanish Roman character with an Australian accent fights tigers. It was a bloody and drawn-out battle with no clear victor until Pooka cheated and climbed down my shirt.
Now the two of us are sprawled out watching Jimmy Stewart talk to his Pooka in the classic 1950 film, Harvey. Life is good.
I did not attend Amy’s funeral. Since her passing I have waited patiently
for the opportunity to visit one of the places special to us and say goodbye in
my own way.
There is a place in Assateauge where a channel feeds the large ponds that
are home to countless migratory birds. Amy and I would spend entire days on
this spot, Amy saw a kingfisher in the trees overhead one day, and ever since
she was determined to get a picture of that bird.
Kingfishers can be wily, and she never got that photograph.
Today I went back to our spot. I finally said my goodbye, told her how much
I loved her and dropped my wedding band into the water.
As the ring sank into the water Amy’s kingfisher few out the brush across
the channel, gave out a loud cry and flew into the foggy sky.
Farewell, my love. Godspeed.
Friends of Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge sent out an email announcing that the snow geese are back for the winter.
On Valentine’s Day 2010 I took Amy out on a date in Easton, MD. At 40, I had never been on a date for Valentine’s. My hearing had put up such great walls around me that the whole experience was new for me. When she kissed me it was the first kiss of my life.
The next day I took her to Blackwater. I had always wanted to visit the place, but I never imagined what we would find.
I had taken Amy to Chincoteague a few weeks earlier and a baby seal swam up to her feet. I was sure Blackwater would not be able to deliver that kind of emotional punch.
Man, was I wrong.
In the MP3 file you can hear Amy calling for me. After I set my little Zoom microphone on the hood of my Mercury I ran to her side and we stood in awe as thousands of snow geese circled overhead.
With driving being difficult for me now, I can’t get to Blackwater or Chincoteague. Dear Old Dad has offered to give me a ride, but he isn’t a photographer so it would be a boring trip for him. My Nikon is just gathering dust now.
If you have the chance to get out to a wild place to be our among God’s glory, don’t miss it. Just pick a place, go out and be still. Don’t look for anything specific and you will be amazed at what comes to you.
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