Lives lived, loved and lost

I am writing this while in mourning.

Today is one of reflection with thoughts of family and life after death. I have been digging for, recording foggy memories of and positive impressions that the dearly departed made on me.

Yesterday, while processing the recent news, making travel plans and my list of tasks for the immediate day,  it took me a while to tidy up around le petit apartment. Once I took care of my room, the furry roommates soon arrived to claim their comforts.

 

These cats likely don’t think about life after death. Their thoughts probably extend as far as “I wonder what’s for dinner?” and “I hope Geneva doesn’t find me and try to hurt me again.”

Thanks for dropping by – and not disturbing the Tabby.

Do drop by the novel’s blog to read an excerpt. It’s the one where Sera thinks about life after death and her Mother’s impending fate. I wrote it based on my own naive impressions after my Mother passed away.

T

 

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