I am overwhelmed by your kindness and thoughtfulness, thank you so much for your comments on Samson's post yesterday. Lately, bloggers I don't know have commented on my posts. I appreciate your comments so much and I will get back to all of you. I am looking forward to reading new blogs and, of course, I'm feeling guilty because I haven't responded soon enough.
I was sitting here yesterday afternoon, thinking I had to write something and nothing came to me. Sometimes with diabetes, when life gets too much, your brain fogs over and that's what happened. There's a scientific reason for that, but never mind for now. Then Samson came up to me, sat down, put both his front paws in my lap and looked at me expectantly. He does this when he wants his chest scratched. He helped me a lot and I decided to let him write for me and it worked. And letting him complain about his water bottle, made me smile.
My friend Jody was more than eleven years younger than I and that hurts because I feel she had so much left of life to live. She fought a five-year battle with multiple myeloma. I first met Jody at UCLA in the early 1970s. In the mid-80s, we spent a lot of time together with my husband and Jody's baby daughter, hiking, sailing, eating good food and doing the things that good friends do. Jody moved to Seattle in 1991 to create a better environment for her daughter. Jody was a deeply spiritual person, always searching. I could talk to her in a way I couldn't to most people. We would have the deepest, most soul searching conversations.