"A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam. And for a brief moment, its glory and beauty belong to our world. But then, it flies on again and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it". Unknown author.
Terry was a wonderful lady and stayed strong to the end. Russell and I are grateful that we got to see her one last time. Although she was weaker when we arrived in Montreal last Sunday, she was very coherent and we had some nice conversations. When we left her room Sunday night, she asked us to turn off all the lights and smiled. She was probably sending us a message that it was time for her to go. We got the call at 5 am the following morning that she had gone into respiratory failure and we knew then that she only had a little time left. When we got to the palliative care, she was gone. She looked peaceful and her favorite music was playing in the background.
Her funeral service was beautiful and we couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day. The sun was shining and it was warm. Family and friends gathered afterwards to celebrate Mom's life. It was nice to spend some time with Russell's sister and her family. Mom is at peace now, no doubt having a good laugh or two with Art, watching over us.
It feels good to be back home and to be able to sit back and reflect on the past week. It also feels good to have our Cooper back. We missed him a whole lot while we were in Montreal. Of course, he didn't have time to miss us since he was having such a good time at Camp Talemaker. But he was glad to see us when we picked him up on Friday. He showered us with non stop licks and kisses!
Today is Thanksgiving Sunday. When we woke up this morning, it was raining but the rain has stopped. It is cloudy and a bit cool. Russell has a fire going and we are taking it is easy today. We will cook our turkey tomorrow. We always name our turkey after someone who has made an interesting impression on us...... not always the best impression but not necessarily a bad one either. This year, our turkey will be named Fabrizio. You see, Fabrizio was the man in charge of the cemetery details for Mom's funeral. He was present the day of her funeral to make sure that things didn't go wrong. And they didn't. However, Fabrizio was quick to try to sell plots and what not to some of us, including my father. We thought that was a tad cheesy to do this right after a funeral but, to give him the benefit of the doubt, he was just doing his job....so he did make an impression on us and we will name our turkey after him. Hope it's a good one.
This coming week will be quiet. Nothing special going on. That's about it for this week's blog. I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving.
A perfect visit is when you lose yourself in the play and get excited when your humans arrive. It's like he's off on holidays but there is no place like home. Happy Thanksgiving to the 3 of you!
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