I could use a few purrs

I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or whatever
it was) that hit her last August. I hoped she'd get out of bed and start
thinking about living again. Her doctor had just prescribed an
anti-depressant. (Those idiots at the hospital took her off her new,
reduced number of prescriptions - which included the anti-depressant - and
put her back on first 18 and then 30 pills).

I'd had hopes she'd get out of bed, sit and talk with me again. Laugh at
stupid TV shows with me again. Eat dinner with me again. Get her strength
back and go into town with me again. I wasn't expecting long walks or
riding bicycles, just come on, get out for a little bit. I'm here and I
need you. I came when you needed me in November, 2007. Now I need you.
Didn't happen.

I keep trying to figure it all out, even though I know I never will. I keep
second-guessing myself, too. Because if I hadn't gotten her to agree to go
to the hospital for "simple tests" in October she probably wouldn't have
fallen while there and broken her hip. (The tests were all negative; it
really chaps me she didn't need to go there in the first place.)

I had a fit of cleaning out closets last weekend. Mom had talked about
donating Dad's clothes; she had me pick up some empty boxes. But then I
wound up in the hospital myself with that lovely and almost lethal bout with
diverticulitis. Somehow we never got around to going through his clothes
and donating them. It's funny, I only took clothes out of the hall closet
(coats and jackets) and the stuff in the "TV room" closet. They were all
his! His bedroom closet is still full of clothes and I haven't breached the
dresser drawers yet.

The man was a clothes horse! My mother only had one closet; he had three!
LOL I have only removed a few items from her closet. She was so petite
most of her clothes won't fit me even though I'm not large or tall. (I'm
also not particularly fond of polyester. LOL)

She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill

Warm fuzzy purrs of comfort heading your way Jill.
Charleen

"jmcquown" wrote in message
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I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or whatever
it was) that hit her last August. I hoped she'd get out of bed and start
thinking about living again. Her doctor had just prescribed an
anti-depressant. (Those idiots at the hospital took her off her new,
reduced number of prescriptions - which included the anti-depressant - and
put her back on first 18 and then 30 pills).

I'd had hopes she'd get out of bed, sit and talk with me again. Laugh at
stupid TV shows with me again. Eat dinner with me again. Get her
strength back and go into town with me again. I wasn't expecting long
walks or riding bicycles, just come on, get out for a little bit. I'm
here and I need you. I came when you needed me in November, 2007. Now I
need you. Didn't happen.

I keep trying to figure it all out, even though I know I never will. I
keep second-guessing myself, too. Because if I hadn't gotten her to agree
to go to the hospital for "simple tests" in October she probably wouldn't
have fallen while there and broken her hip. (The tests were all negative;
it really chaps me she didn't need to go there in the first place.)

I had a fit of cleaning out closets last weekend. Mom had talked about
donating Dad's clothes; she had me pick up some empty boxes. But then I
wound up in the hospital myself with that lovely and almost lethal bout
with diverticulitis. Somehow we never got around to going through his
clothes and donating them. It's funny, I only took clothes out of the
hall closet (coats and jackets) and the stuff in the "TV room" closet.
They were all his! His bedroom closet is still full of clothes and I
haven't breached the dresser drawers yet.

The man was a clothes horse! My mother only had one closet; he had three!
LOL I have only removed a few items from her closet. She was so petite
most of her clothes won't fit me even though I'm not large or tall. (I'm
also not particularly fond of polyester. LOL)

She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill

On Jan 29, 1:20*pm, "jmcquown" wrote:
I'm a little depressed today. *Today is my mother's birthday.

lovingly snipped

She'd have been 83 today. *I miss her terribly. *I'll love her always..

Jill

My mom's next birthday is St. Patrick's Day. It always is. She's been
gone for a few years and I miss her. WooToo is her cat but she lives
with me now and we comfort one another. She used to hide when we
visited mom. My brother and I used to tease mom about her imaginary
cat.

--
Will in New Haven

(((((((((Jill)))))))))

You couldn't have known she'd fall in the hospital. She might have fallen
at home.

In my 73 years, I have finally learned that, while it's okay to play the
"what if" game when you're thinking in the future, playing it about the past
is nearly always depressing. It's much better to change the subject
whenever you start thinking, "What if I had (or hadn't) done that".

--

Joy

There is something about the presence of a cat... that seems to take the
bite out of being alone. - Louis J. Camuti

"jmcquown" wrote in message
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I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or whatever
it was) that hit her last August. I hoped she'd get out of bed and start
thinking about living again. Her doctor had just prescribed an
anti-depressant. (Those idiots at the hospital took her off her new,
reduced number of prescriptions - which included the anti-depressant - and
put her back on first 18 and then 30 pills).

I'd had hopes she'd get out of bed, sit and talk with me again. Laugh at
stupid TV shows with me again. Eat dinner with me again. Get her
strength back and go into town with me again. I wasn't expecting long
walks or riding bicycles, just come on, get out for a little bit. I'm
here and I need you. I came when you needed me in November, 2007. Now I
need you. Didn't happen.

I keep trying to figure it all out, even though I know I never will. I
keep second-guessing myself, too. Because if I hadn't gotten her to agree
to go to the hospital for "simple tests" in October she probably wouldn't
have fallen while there and broken her hip. (The tests were all negative;
it really chaps me she didn't need to go there in the first place.)

I had a fit of cleaning out closets last weekend. Mom had talked about
donating Dad's clothes; she had me pick up some empty boxes. But then I
wound up in the hospital myself with that lovely and almost lethal bout
with diverticulitis. Somehow we never got around to going through his
clothes and donating them. It's funny, I only took clothes out of the
hall closet (coats and jackets) and the stuff in the "TV room" closet.
They were all his! His bedroom closet is still full of clothes and I
haven't breached the dresser drawers yet.

The man was a clothes horse! My mother only had one closet; he had three!
LOL I have only removed a few items from her closet. She was so petite
most of her clothes won't fit me even though I'm not large or tall. (I'm
also not particularly fond of polyester. LOL)

She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill

Purrs on the way.

--
Ann
in Connecticut
see my cats at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ann791/sets/
read Sam's blog at http://kittens-3.blogspot.com/
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"jmcquown" wrote in message
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I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or whatever
it was) that hit her last August. I hoped she'd get out of bed and start
thinking about living again. Her doctor had just prescribed an
anti-depressant. (Those idiots at the hospital took her off her new,
reduced number of prescriptions - which included the anti-depressant - and
put her back on first 18 and then 30 pills).

I'd had hopes she'd get out of bed, sit and talk with me again. Laugh at
stupid TV shows with me again. Eat dinner with me again. Get her
strength back and go into town with me again. I wasn't expecting long
walks or riding bicycles, just come on, get out for a little bit. I'm
here and I need you. I came when you needed me in November, 2007. Now I
need you. Didn't happen.

I keep trying to figure it all out, even though I know I never will. I
keep second-guessing myself, too. Because if I hadn't gotten her to agree
to go to the hospital for "simple tests" in October she probably wouldn't
have fallen while there and broken her hip. (The tests were all negative;
it really chaps me she didn't need to go there in the first place.)

I had a fit of cleaning out closets last weekend. Mom had talked about
donating Dad's clothes; she had me pick up some empty boxes. But then I
wound up in the hospital myself with that lovely and almost lethal bout
with diverticulitis. Somehow we never got around to going through his
clothes and donating them. It's funny, I only took clothes out of the
hall closet (coats and jackets) and the stuff in the "TV room" closet.
They were all his! His bedroom closet is still full of clothes and I
haven't breached the dresser drawers yet.

The man was a clothes horse! My mother only had one closet; he had three!
LOL I have only removed a few items from her closet. She was so petite
most of her clothes won't fit me even though I'm not large or tall. (I'm
also not particularly fond of polyester. LOL)

She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill

"jmcquown" wrote in message
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I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or whatever
it was) that hit her last August. I hoped she'd get out of bed and start
thinking about living again. Her doctor had just prescribed an
anti-depressant. (Those idiots at the hospital took her off her new,
reduced number of prescriptions - which included the anti-depressant - and
put her back on first 18 and then 30 pills).

I'd had hopes she'd get out of bed, sit and talk with me again. Laugh at
stupid TV shows with me again. Eat dinner with me again. Get her
strength back and go into town with me again. I wasn't expecting long
walks or riding bicycles, just come on, get out for a little bit. I'm
here and I need you. I came when you needed me in November, 2007. Now I
need you. Didn't happen.

I keep trying to figure it all out, even though I know I never will. I
keep second-guessing myself, too. Because if I hadn't gotten her to agree
to go to the hospital for "simple tests" in October she probably wouldn't
have fallen while there and broken her hip. (The tests were all negative;
it really chaps me she didn't need to go there in the first place.)

I had a fit of cleaning out closets last weekend. Mom had talked about
donating Dad's clothes; she had me pick up some empty boxes. But then I
wound up in the hospital myself with that lovely and almost lethal bout
with diverticulitis. Somehow we never got around to going through his
clothes and donating them. It's funny, I only took clothes out of the
hall closet (coats and jackets) and the stuff in the "TV room" closet.
They were all his! His bedroom closet is still full of clothes and I
haven't breached the dresser drawers yet.

The man was a clothes horse! My mother only had one closet; he had three!
LOL I have only removed a few items from her closet. She was so petite
most of her clothes won't fit me even though I'm not large or tall. (I'm
also not particularly fond of polyester. LOL)

She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill



Purrs on the way. Going to hug my mom, too, while I'm about it.


--
Theresa and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

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"jmcquown" wrote in message
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I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or
whatever it was) that hit her last August.
She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill



Purrs on the way. Going to hug my mom, too, while I'm about it.


--
Theresa and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh


Please do, Theresa. I wish I could hug my mother today. I'll hug Persia,
instead.

Jill

jmcquown wrote:
I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.
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She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.

Jill

{{{{{{{{{{{{ Jill }}}}}}}}}}}} Lots of purrs on the way.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

jmcquown wrote:

I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I can only imagine how hard this must be. Birthdays and other important
holidays just seem to bring it all up again.

And it's not your fault she fell. You were doing what you thought was
the best thing for her. What if you hadn't taken her for tests and it
turned out something was seriously wrong? You can't second-guess the
decisions you were forced to make, without enough information to really
know what's best. And Joy is right - your mom could have fallen anywhere.
Your taking her to the hospital didn't cause that to happen.

Purrs to get through this hard day,

--
Joyce ^..^

(To email me, remove the X's from my user name.)

"jmcquown" wrote in message
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I'm a little depressed today. Today is my mother's birthday.

I really had high hopes that she'd pull out of her depression (or whatever
it was) that hit her last August. I hoped she'd get out of bed and start
thinking about living again. Her doctor had just prescribed an
anti-depressant. (Those idiots at the hospital took her off her new,
reduced number of prescriptions - which included the anti-depressant - and
put her back on first 18 and then 30 pills).

I'd had hopes she'd get out of bed, sit and talk with me again. Laugh at
stupid TV shows with me again. Eat dinner with me again. Get her
strength back and go into town with me again. I wasn't expecting long
walks or riding bicycles, just come on, get out for a little bit. I'm
here and I need you. I came when you needed me in November, 2007. Now I
need you. Didn't happen.

I keep trying to figure it all out, even though I know I never will. I
keep second-guessing myself, too. Because if I hadn't gotten her to agree
to go to the hospital for "simple tests" in October she probably wouldn't
have fallen while there and broken her hip. (The tests were all negative;
it really chaps me she didn't need to go there in the first place.)

I had a fit of cleaning out closets last weekend. Mom had talked about
donating Dad's clothes; she had me pick up some empty boxes. But then I
wound up in the hospital myself with that lovely and almost lethal bout
with diverticulitis. Somehow we never got around to going through his
clothes and donating them. It's funny, I only took clothes out of the
hall closet (coats and jackets) and the stuff in the "TV room" closet.
They were all his! His bedroom closet is still full of clothes and I
haven't breached the dresser drawers yet.

The man was a clothes horse! My mother only had one closet; he had three!
LOL I have only removed a few items from her closet. She was so petite
most of her clothes won't fit me even though I'm not large or tall. (I'm
also not particularly fond of polyester. LOL)

She'd have been 83 today. I miss her terribly. I'll love her always.


Purrs Jill. Bdays are hard. Holidays are hard. Lean on us.