Dandelions

 I just read CDB's husbands blog post and CDB was admitted to hospice just yesterday.  His blog post notes the moment that CDB left the house for the last time.

He noted the coat hanging on the wall that she will never wear again.

He noted that they will never share lunch in their house again.

At about this point, I had to stop reading because I couldn't see through the tears.

I read more, but I had to stop a few more times.

As if this (and the previous post) wasn't enough, my east neighbour (LE) has been sick for some months and is in the hospital.  I spoke to his wife briefly this morning just as she was driving away to visit him, with tears in her eyes she managed to say "he's not coming back to the house".  I doubt I even replied and just waved her good bye.

When AE and I moved here back in June LE was one of the first people I met.  A quiet man but quick to chuckle about things (not unlike AE's now passed uncle in England).  One day we spoke at length about all manner of things over the fence that separates the two properties.

I hardly got to know him, and he's already being taken away.

AE and I plan to visit him at Chilliwack hospital tonight.

Tomorrow we're going to visit RMS after we pick up the hanging baskets from my cousin who is CDBs sister.

The days aren't getting any longer, but they're getting tougher.

I spent Sunday and a couple of evenings pulling up dandelions from the yard.  It may be futile, but it looks like I was able to accomplish something regardless how short lived the end result may be.

I can likely carry on doing mindless dandelion pulling as my spirit requires.