Tuesday, November 10, 2026 -- Mattie died 871 weeks ago today.
Tonight's picture was taken in November of 2005. Mattie was three years old. That weekend we took him to the National Geographic Museum. Ironically that was my first and last trip to that Museum. As a parent you always think you will have many more visits to a particular place. More time to make memories, to explore and have adventures! But what if tomorrow never comes? I know that all too well. Which is why I am glad I tried to do as much as possible with Mattie from day one, and photograph everything! I absolutely love this photo that I took of Mattie with a bronze statue of the primate right outside the entrance of the museum. To me it will always be priceless.
Quote of the day: I’d always secretly believed that a love as fierce and true as mine would be rewarded in the end, and now I was being forced to accept the bitter truth. ~ Alma Katsu
If I had to describe today, I would say it was truly ridiculous. I had both the plumber and a refrigerator repair person here! I thought my plumber would be here for about two hours. NOPE! He was with us from 10am to 2pm. Then while dealing with the plumber, I got a call from the refrigerator repair person saying that he was going to come after 3pm. Keep in mind that through this I am managing my mom, who at 1pm, wants to go out and get tea and snacks. I felt like I was on a treadmill, while also being cognizant that I had to pick my dad up from his memory care center before 5pm. It is 6:15pm, and I am so strung out and still need to cook dinner. The latest shock is that I may have to purchase a new refrigerator for the kitchen. Currently my freezer isn't working and I have moved everything out of the kitchen freezer, to the freezer I have in the garage. The repair person is supposed to call me tomorrow, with options such as replacing the Freon to see if that makes a difference. I want to know when I am going to get a break? Everyday is something, and everyday as something arises, I want to scream that I am left alone to deal with all of this, with never a thought about me, my health, or my welfare. I went from 35 years of being someone's everything to being NOTHING. As if I never existed.
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