Freakishly Sad

We haven’t gone yet.  In an hour or so, my wife and I take our kitty, Indira, to the vet – for the final visit.  I am thankful that it has been a mild winter and the ground was not frozen.  That’s very strange for February in Indiana.  But oddly, digging the hole, gave me some comfort.  Mother Earth will envelope her expired little body while her glorious little spirit goes on to its next phase.  2014-03-21 Camera Phone 005

There are a million things to say and there is nothing to say.  I do know that I am Freakishly Sad.

Some glad morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away.  To a place on God’s celestial shore; I’ll fly away.  I’ll fly away, oh glory.  I’ll fly away.  When I die, hallelujah bye and bye,  I’ll fly away.”