Life Goes On

Note:  This blog was originally written in June 2020.  I didn't post it then because I felt like it was "for me" but now with retrospect I'm thinking it might help someone else as well.

Original Post:

I did something this week that turned out to be more difficult than I thought it would be.  In fact, I wasn't even thinking when I first started.

I took our dog Annie to the veterinarian for an appointment.

Those who know me closely know that veterinarians run deep in the family.  After all my two brothers are both vets and my sister's husband is as well.  I have two first cousins who are vets and a nephew (and his wife) too.  My dad's brother was a vet.  And, of course, my late father was a veterinarian.

As I held Annie in the examination room my senses felt at home with the sounds of other animals nearby, the smell of disinfectant in the air, and even the sight of green walls perhaps painted that color to help calm the pet owners.  But those green walls were the same shade as the green in my father's veterinary clinic and that took me back to another place if only for a little while.

It has been about two months since my father passed away.  Life has NOT returned to normal, not in these days of pandemic.  But life has gone on.  And the trip to the vet reminded me of that.  Life does need to go on; I just need to be safe in how I proceed.

I realized that I had not written a blog in two months.  I haven't eaten in a restaurant in four months. I realized there are MANY things I have not done in two or more months.  But it's not life if you don't live it.

Be careful in the choices you make and the places you go.  Wear a mask. 

Live life.

 

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