| Sunday, April 06, 2008 |
| Thank you |
I wanted to give my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has posted a comment on Friday's blog entry or emailed me personally with their condolences. It was particularly helpful to hear from people who had gone through the loss of a cherished pet. Hobie's foster mom Linda posted this lovely remembrance.
I was supposed to be in San Diego with my parents this weekend but as Hobie passed away just a few hours before I was due to leave, I canceled the trip because Joe & I needed to be together. We spent the day over in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park, visiting the de Young museum and Japanese tea garden, which are places that aren't on our normal itinerary and thus have no associations with the ordinary day-to-day lives we've lived over the past several years. Of course, no matter where you go, you can't run away from your sadness and empty feelings.
Sometimes life sucks and you just have to get through it one day at a time. |
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This is Andy posting through Janet's login.
Janet told me about your loss of Hobie, and my heart instantly went out to you. I know she expressed our condolences already, but I wanted to reiterate them. Just in the pictures and words that you've shared, I feel like I knew him, and yet also feel the loss of the opportunity to have known him better.
I'm remembering something that happened recently that I thought I'd share: Way back when Janet and I were engaged, we took a ballroom dance class. We thought we might have dancing at the wedding, and the class would help. It sure did. It helped us decide not to.
Anyways, when we were practicing, we'd pick up-tempo enough songs to work on our steps, one of which was "Bump As You Go" from the Preoccupied Pipers' Ubiquitous Lamp Twin Pack.
Fast forward a dozen years to a few months ago, and I'm playing that disc in the car while I'm driving the kids around, and Benjamin asks me about the song, because he likes it, but doesn't really understand it. I realize that I never really understood it either.
"With four feet on the ground, you opened up my eyes. It took a little while until you finally gave me five."
Then it hits me. KC is remembering and missing his dog!
"But still I wish that I could tell you face-to-face how much I really miss you."
I don't know if it'll be a comfort right at the moment, but perhaps after a while that song may be something that will sometimes stir fond memories of Hobie.
-Andy
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This is Andy posting through Janet's login.
Janet told me about your loss of Hobie, and my heart instantly went out to you. I know she expressed our condolences already, but I wanted to reiterate them. Just in the pictures and words that you've shared, I feel like I knew him, and yet also feel the loss of the opportunity to have known him better.
I'm remembering something that happened recently that I thought I'd share: Way back when Janet and I were engaged, we took a ballroom dance class. We thought we might have dancing at the wedding, and the class would help. It sure did. It helped us decide not to.
Anyways, when we were practicing, we'd pick up-tempo enough songs to work on our steps, one of which was "Bump As You Go" from the Preoccupied Pipers' Ubiquitous Lamp Twin Pack.
Fast forward a dozen years to a few months ago, and I'm playing that disc in the car while I'm driving the kids around, and Benjamin asks me about the song, because he likes it, but doesn't really understand it. I realize that I never really understood it either.
"With four feet on the ground, you opened up my eyes. It took a little while until you finally gave me five."
Then it hits me. KC is remembering and missing his dog!
"But still I wish that I could tell you face-to-face how much I really miss you."
I don't know if it'll be a comfort right at the moment, but perhaps after a while that song may be something that will sometimes stir fond memories of Hobie.
-Andy