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I am absolutely heartbroken in shock and distraught that this beautiful woman has left us. A true aussie character through and through and always there for everyone. I am grateful to have met and be able to say that I was her friend. You now walk with the angels and Im sure are partying hard. Love you.
Forgot I had scanned this... 'twas a while back.
Either my Grandfather (Dad's side) or his brother Henry took this photo. My Mom thinks that the gal was Uncle Henry's girlfriend, and from what she recalls, they never married but stayed together for a good while. If I recall correctly, she passed away at a fairly young age and Unc must have been severely heartbroken, because to the best of my knowledge, he never went looking for another special someone. Seems to run in the family...
Anyhoo, the car is a Pontiac, but I dunno what model or year... if anyone can help with that, please do!
This had to have been in the 50s, and it was probably in Buffalo, but possibly Lancaster. I'm not sure. I'll have to ask my Mom if she knows...
Fade to Black...
My entry into My Face Is My Canvas Week 11 Emulation week.
I'm kind of freaked out by this actually, if there's anything creeper than a regular clown, it's a sad clown. But in the spirit of the emulation challenge, I decided to push my own comfort level and try it out. Turned out a bit darker than I usually liek to shoot but I kind of like it.
Today I had the biggest guilt trip ever. Back in June I was laidoff from my position at a middle school that I had been at for 2 years. I loved the school and the staff and the students and was a little heartbroken that I had been let go (budget cuts). I ended up with my current position at the high school and I've grown to love it just as much. Last week, my old position was reinstated and I had the opportunity to apply for it....but I didn't. Due to union rules, I wouldn't have been able to start it until next school year which would have meant starting all over again and I just didn't really feel like bouncing back and forth. I received a call from my aunt who I worked with at the middle school asking if I had applied and when I told her no, she didn't really think I had made the best choice and said that everyone would be really disappointed. Argh, just when I think I make the best choice for me I start doubting it.....
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MFIMC: Emulation Week 11
Musically Challenged: Blueside by Rooney
FGR: Look Up Thursday
I'm so heartbroken right now my cat is in the vet suffering from a broken tooth and hurt jaw all because someone was so cruel and kicked her and broke her tooth and now she has to get operation to get it out since its lodged so badly into her gum 😞
How can people be so cruel to animals I don't understand
Cleadon old Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
I am still in disbelief that I lost two of my fur babies in two weeks....
Both had cancer...
Cinnamon the tortie was 13 1/2 yrs old. Born on the 4th of July.
Mama was approx 10. Found her as a feral in July 2009 with her two kittens and best guess she was just under 2 yrs old.
May they play and snuggle together forever at the Rainbow Bridge.
My heart is heavy to say the least....
Day 133 of 365.
I know it's never simple; never easy. Never a clean break. No one here to save. You're the only only thing like the back of my hand. -Taylor Swift
I would be lying saying that I am not a little bit heartbroken about the silence that lingers between us now. It breaks my heart everyday.
Today was quite nice. I watched a scene in Pearl Harbor and I couldn't even fathom what they went through. I really want to see the whole movie. It's just quite powerful. I had a performance today. I helped sell stuff with some kids from the special ed department. They are all so happy and nice. Now, I am finishing up some client work. Oh by the way, Check out Taylor Swifts new music video for "I knew you were trouble". It's amazing.
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"After the Fall"
At Madame Sherri's Castle Ruins
Chesterfield, New Hampshire
October 8, 2021
This was taken months after the partial collapse of what remains of the stairs but sadly well before the Fall colors of 2021 came in.
History:
The Madame Sherri Forest is named after a former owner, Madame Antoinette Sherri, a Paris-born theatrical costume designer who worked in New York City during the early 1900s. She and her husband built a French-inspired chateau summer house in Chesterfield that featured extensive stonework including a roman arch stairway, ornate interior, and designed landscape gardens. There they lavishly entertained their New York City friends at parties during the Roaring 1920s. Madame Sherri became famous – or infamous – for her wild parties. Her chauffeur-driven Packard, her fur coat, and her fast crowd of friends made the townsfolk talk whenever she appeared. However, in time Madame Sherri’s fortunes declined, and her castle fell to ruin and vandalism. After a long separation, she returned to the house in 1959 to find the interior badly vandalized. She left, heartbroken, never to return again. The house burned down completely in 1963. Today, ancient sugar maples surround a stone foundation and stairway, a large empty fireplace tapers to a freestanding chimney. This is all that remains of the former summer home of Madame Sherri who died in Brattleboro on October 21, 1965.
We used to have four goldfish - one for each member of the family. Mine was called Spotty, my daughter’s was Cupcake, my son’s was Bugeye and daddy’s was called Goldie. We had them for two years and they were a nice addition to the family especially at the height of the pandemic and lockdown last year - though a bit of a pain to take care of, if you know anything about goldfish you’ll understand. We woke up one day and found Spotty had died. Heartbroken, we decided to re-home them because we didn’t feel we could continue looking after them adequately. This photo is a lovely memory of their time with us.
Photo from “This is Home”, an ongoing project documenting the daily life of my British-Nigerian family in and around our home in Kent.
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Today I met Ruby, the seven-year-old Australian Shepherd, and her mom, Rhonda. Ruby has the softest fur and just wanted me to love her, not photograph her.
Rhonda shared the story of how Ruby came into her life. She had a different dog, who had passed away and she was still heartbroken when she saw Ruby as a puppy. Ruby's eyes weren't even open yet but Rhonda knew that this was the dog for her. She discovered that Ruby was born on the exact date and time that her other dog had died. It was as if her dear departed dog had picked out Ruby for her. I am so glad they found each other because they belong together.
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The Legend of Noccalula... Before European Settlers encroached upon the habitations of the Native American Indians, up near what is now called Gadsden, Alabama ran the Black Creek Falls. The ninety-foot waterfall served as the backdrop for a Creek Indian Village in the late 1700’s and Black Creek provided sustenance for the tribe.
A very beautiful young maiden named Noccalula lived in the village. It was said she was tall and slender with long, straight, hair and her face was delicate and refined, with dark and deeply expressive eyes.
One day, as a group of hunters returned to the village. Noccalula’s father, the village Chief, invited them to stop to share the mid-day meal. They were tired from their hunting and happily sat with the family to eat. One of the warriors, named Oukonunuka, (White Owl), noticed Noccalula helping to prepare the meal and he couldn’t move his eyes from her presence.
Over the next few months Noccalula and White Owl became inseparable. After daily chores were finished, the couple walked along the creek, falling more deeply in love.
Noccalula’s mother was not happy with the way the relationship was progressing. And wanted a better match for her daughter; a warrior with many horses from a different tribe so as to strengthen their own tribe. She had just the young man in mind, from another village up the river about a day’s ride away.
She and the Chief consulted with the distant chief and an arrangement was made. Noccalula would marry the warrior from up the river. Noccalula was grief stricken. She knew she could never defy her mother’s wishes. Her father, the Chief, was in agreement with her mother. There was nothing for her to do but marry the man.
On the day the marriage was to take place, Noccalula mixed with the village and guests, serving food and drinks as was the custom.
The chief summoned White Owl to talk about Noccalula and told him that the marriage would never take place because she was promised to another. He ordered White Owl to leave the village and to never return.
As Noccalula continued to serve the guests, her heart grew heavier with despair, and she began to hear the roar the of the waterfall as if it was calling to her. As she walked approaching the edge of the cliff, she knew what to do. Rather than spend her life with a man she didn’t love, she could end it now. She thought about the afterlife. No matter what happened to her there, it would be better than living with a man she didn’t love. She hurried to the waterfall and walked carefully to the edge of the deep gorge. In an instant, she made her leap of fate, the cold waters of Black Creek accepting her offering to true love wrapping her in its embrace. Noccalula was no more. Heartbroken, Noccalula’s father, the Chief of the tribe, named the gorge and waterfall Noccalula Falls in memory of his beautiful daughter.
I have lost two of the most important people in my life at the same time. Not because of death but because they don't want to be with me anymore and I feel that hurts even more.
I have never felt so much pain in my life before.
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"Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them"
-Annette Messager
I'm back to self portraits because I can't find any other way to heal my heart
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My two boys We lost our beloved Max in August 2022 after a long, sad battle with encephalitis. We were absolutely heartbroken but adopting Alfie in September 2022 was a great comfort. Alf is a sweet, cuddly, affectionate boy who is loved by everyone who knows him. He is about 9 years old, FIV+ and has arthritis. He was rescued from a garden, covered in ticks in 2022 and waited nearly 6 months to be adopted. He is wonderful ❤️ We adopted Sammy a little over 2 months ago and he has fitted wonderfully into the family. Sam is about 6, he was also a stray and is FIV+. He's a sweet boy who is gaining in confidence all the time and loves to cuddle on his own terms! The boys squabble a bit but they clearly like each other's company ❤️
Hello people!
Today is a black & white day at Color my World Daily. I always want to show you some of my more serious pictures (yes, I’m not always goofy and funny, I have a very mature and serious side to me…well, at least it is what I like to think…) but then I have so many ideas for my more staged pictures…. And then I’m always ending up with another “funny” story and less serious picture....
Today we have two identical twins: Mr. Left and Mr. Right. They are super competitive, and they are always fighting who will be the first one to answer the phone. Since there is very rarely (we may even say “never”) someone calling them, they are always staying ready and very close to the phone. They don’t want to miss that very, very important phone call. Who knows? Maybe a winning lottery ticket? Or some luxurious cruise? They are constantly waiting near the phone. Hands up, each of them is ready, waiting for the phone to ring!!
I heard that Mr. Right missed his wedding because he didn’t answer the phone. The bride, all guests were waiting for him at the church, he never showed up… So, his best man called him; no answer… he was busy… The wedding was ruined and called off after 12 hours of waiting and calling Mr. Right without success. Apparently, he was playing an electric guitar solo for his twin brother Mr. Left. He was very proud of his super loud performance (he just learned to play electric guitar to impress his future wife during the first night as married couple…) but he missed THE CALL. His ex-wife to be, left the church heartbroken and he never heard from her again….
For Mr. Left it was even a more disastrous situation. He missed the birth of his only son. The doctor called several times… the situation was at the point where there was no turning back …. The mother to be, just had to push her baby out to this world! The nurse, the doctor, everyone called Mr. Left several times… no answer… He was listening to his twin brother playing a very long electric guitar solo. And he missed THE CALL. The mother and the baby left the hospital and he never heard from them again….
The twins don’t want to make the same mistake twice: Mr. Left and Mr. Right are waiting for the call!!! In total silence: just the two of them and the phone… which apparently isn’t not connected to any line…And since they are not paying the bills, their phone number is not even listed in the phone book…(and no they don’t have a cellular phone, they are not eligible for any plan…).
So, who else is like me: always missing a call?
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You will be forever missed
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I just learned of the passing of a dear Flickr friend "Geka" www.flickr.com/photos/pp125/
We have been friends on Flickr for many years and developed our friendship further with regular emails. She was such a beautiful soul, always thinking of others, even when her own situation was dire. Her husband died suddenly last year and then a few months later, she was diagnosed with cancer. Her passing was quite sudden but peaceful.
I feel heartbroken. We had never met in person but I thought one day I would visit her in her little town in Germany.
It shows how wonderful the Flickr community is and that you don't need to meet people in the flesh to have a real friendship and feel cared for and loved.
I am really going to miss you dear Angelika. I am finishing this with are usual email sign off -Sending gentle hugs across the ocean.
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Surrounded in scaffolding and with restoration from the fire in May 2014 almost complete, the Mackintosh building was devastated by a second, and more fierce, fire on Friday night.
The Charles Rennie Mackintosh masterpiece was completed in 1909 and is a much loved and respected part of Glasgow and it's culture. I felt heartbroken following the news of the fire as it unfolded. I may not be from Glasgow originally but I have taken the city and its people into my heart since living here. Losing such a globally important piece of working art is devastating and it looks increasingly like it may end up having to be demolished.
I hobbled my way up to this side of the city to spend a moment of reflection. I had my camera with me from shooting street and paid my respect with a few shots from different aspects, as close as I could get to the outer police cordon. I grieve with Glasgow on this loss.
I'll post more images to my Facebook page today, you are welcome to like and follow me there: www.facebook.com/leanneboultonphotography/
You'd never guess from the pictures and from his behaviour, but 2 weeks ago, Candor has been diagnosed with kidney failure.
We're oscillating between worried and heartbroken... but we're also determined to make the best of our time together. Candor is absolutely delighted by our new home with all the meadows and forests surrounding us; moving here was the greatest gift we could give him.
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Merle Haggard One Day At A Time (Gospel Song)
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I'm only human
I'm just a man
Help me to believe in what I can be and all that I am
Show me the stairway
That I have to climb
Lord for my sake teach me to take one day at a time
One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking of you
Give me the strength to do everyday
What I have to do
Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
So for my sake, teach me to take one day at a time
Do you remember when you walked among men?
Well Jesus you know if you're looking below
It's worse now than then
Pushing and shoving crowding my mind
So for my sake, teach me to take one day at a time
One day at a time, sweet Jesus (sweet Jesus)
That's all I'm asking of you
Give me the strength to do everyday
What I have to do
Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus (sweet Jesus)
And tomorrow may never be mine
So, for my sake, teach me to take one day at a time
Yes, for just my sake, teach me to take one day at a time
نصل دائما متأخرين
لنكون لمن انتظرنا لا لمن نهواه
متعبين
نجلس في المكان الخالي ...
لا المكان الذي نتمناه ...!؟
The man. I think I can see sadness. I think I can feel it in the air. This is a picture of what I really see..
Isn't she a beauty? From the 2022 Pumpkin Run Nationals, I did get a few more shots of her, but not many, because I was basically dragged into the driver's seat.
I was.
Oh, yes, I was HEARTBROKEN.
Scroll on for the pics, yes, VERY RARE pictures of Yours Truly BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A PACKARD! AHHHHHHHHH
365/1
Well, this is my attempt at a 365. This is a huge challenge for me because I have thought I was going to do this many times and the forever procrastinative, "just never took the days picture", kept happening. blah blah blah.
This was the perfect picture to start my 365 day journey/challenge. I say this for many reasons. One being, the Native American Flute (proper name?) I am "playing" reminds me of Shannon. I actually bought it because I have recently been creatively fueled by her existence in my life. I was in Kansas City for a concert and walked through the City Market and bought this from a beautifully tan man of Indian Heritage. I have strong Indian Heritage of the Native American sense, but I am white! It's February and I look as though I live on the North Pole. I digress.
In 2006, I joined a band, The Transfers. Shannon was one of the members of this band. We all brought lyrics and music to the table and one of my songs we played as a band was called Native. It is deeply personal to me because of the fact that my late grandfather, George Vaughn Nichols, was 25% Native American. I've always felt this sad connection when I see photographs of Natives who appear defeated, withdrawn and heartbroken. And yet, the same grandfather I speak of, fought for my freedom in World War II. The rest of his life, including lost years, suffered. He never complained. Not until those last dying days of his life, and his complaints were merely plees to be released from the chains of physical existence. But the song is the reality that "I am one of them", "We are one of them". "Them" being both parties in the event of who "we" are, the natives of the western world. And now, our country fights to keep "immigrants" out.
In my Native song, Shannon played a similair flute as this. I had bought it at the Native American Festival at The Casements of Ormond Beach, FL in 2005.
Dear community,
It is time for the final battle between Obi-Wan and Vader, it is time to present the final creation of my #building series. This one is the highlight of the 6️⃣ episodes, because it shows the dtamatic lightsaber duel between Vader and Kenobi on a rocky moon
Here is a short summary of the scene which I build:
[...] Meanwhile, Kenobi flies his starship to a rocky moon covered with rocky pinnacles. Vader orders his crew to prepare his shuttle and vows to face Kenobi alone. As Vader flies down to the moon to face his former master, Kenobi leaves Lola inside the ship's cockpit. Vader lands his shuttle on the barren moon. Vader finds Kenobi nearby and asks if he has come to destroy him. Kenobi replies that he will do as he must before igniting his lightsaber. Vader vows that Kenobi will die and the two engage in a lightsaber duel. Kenobi uses the Force to hurl Vader against a rock before pummeling him with rocks. Kenobi then resumes his lightsaber duel with Vader. Meanwhile, Kenobi damages Vader's armor and life support system with his lightsaber and rocks. After overpowering Lord Vader, Kenobi deals a decisive strike upon his helmet, damaging his mask and exposing the left side of his scarred face. Kenobi addresses him as Anakin Skywalker, prompting Vader to respond that Anakin is gone and that he is all that remains. Kenobi is visibly heartbroken, and tearfully apologizes to Anakin.
Vader replies that he is not his failure and that Kenobi did not kill Anakin. With a feral smile, Vader replies that he killed Anakin and vows to destroy Kenobi as well. Kenobi's anguish turns to resignation and he forlornly responds that his friend is truly dead before bidding the Dark Lord farewell. As Kenobi leaves, Vader calls out to him while rising to his feet. He screams Kenobi's name once again in helpless fury as Kenobi departs the rocky moon in his starship. [...]
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Hopefully you enjoy this last vignette and the show like me, please share your opinion and feedback in the comments below. Which part of the building series do you like the most ? Please comment with the number of your favourite part (1-6)
Greetings Kevin and we will hear and see us with the next building series 😀
Even clowns can feel sorrow
Happy halloween 2020!
Taken at Sunny's
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This iconic County Park is adjacent to Whitefish Dunes State Park. It consists of 19 acres of land that has become one of the favorite points of interest in Door County. The waves have been carving the caves/rocks for centuries. The Waves can easily reach heights of over 30 ft. high making this a remarkable place to visit any time of the year.
I think my favorite time of the year is Winter the ice formations are spectacular - though one must use extreme caution a slip could /would lead to severe injury or death with little to no way out from the rocks and cold water below.
In summer when water levels are high many come here to jump off the cliffs into still frigid waters.
IT is invigorating (and YES I have made that jump in the summer) :)
NOTE: A very sad notation ...a photographer from my area was here at this location on Sunday and slipped and fell. The police found is car in the parking lot along with some of his gear on the edge My heart is breaking and it is a reminder that we love the places we go ,,,, but it comes with danger and we need to know our surroundings and and not push ourselves just to get the shot we want.
Although we will never know the full situation or circumstances an accident is just that an accident but it still leaves me heartbroken.
Be safe out there wherever you are!!
In 1805 Sophia Parnell, of Avondale, County Wicklow (and great aunt of Charles Stewart Parnell) married MP George Evans of Portrane House or Mount Evans as it was also known. George died in 1842. His heartbroken widow commissioned architect George Millar to design the 100-foot round tower at Portrane as a monument to her husband, which became known as the Widow’s Tower.
Today started out alright enough, until I got some crushing news. I feel heartbroken for the people closest to me right now.
Because tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I'll go ahead and say what I am thankful for.
I am thankful for the ability to create. I'm so thankful that I have an outlet that helps get me through these hard times where I otherwise wouldn't know how to cope or where to turn.
And I am grateful for those of you who are continuously incredibly supportive. It means so much to me.
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adult Alligator - St. Augustine, FL U.S.A.
Northern Florida - Autumn 2021 - 11/1/21
*[left-double-click for a closer-look - extreme-texture - serpent's-tail]
*[A little story... Back in 2006, Laura and I were excited with our 'aproaching' first-trip to Australia, and tragically 4 months before, Steve Irwin, aka 'The Alligator Man', was tragically killed by a Manta Devil Ray's barbed tail (through his heart)... We were heartbroken for his wife and 2 children, Bindy and Robert! - Fast-forward 16 years to last night and we see a show on TV, "Crikey, It's The Irwins!" Robert was moving ten large alligators 600 miles to another location, for conservation purposes. - It was great to see them all! They all are doing well! Bindy & Robert are as adorable as when they were kids!]
The American alligator is a large crocodilian reptile endemic to the southeastern United States. Adult male American alligators measure 11 to 15 ft in length and can weigh up to 999 lbs. Females are smaller measuring around 9.8 ft. The American alligator inhabits freshwater wetlands such as marshes and cypress swamps from Texas to North Carolina. It is distinguished from the sympatric American crocodile by its broader snout, with overlapping jaws and darker coloration, and is less tolerant of saltwater but more tolerant of cooler climates than the American crocodile, which is found only in tropical climates.
Alligators are apex predators and consume fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and mammals. Subsequent conservation efforts have allowed their numbers to increase and the species was removed from the endangered species list in 1987. The species is the official state reptile of three states: Florida, Louisiana, and Mississippi U.S.A.
Largest Alligator Ever: "Gomek" - (1927-1997) - 17' 9" - 1896 lbs
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time after time, I finally just end up being another heartbroken youngster.
"plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
In memoriam: Kareltje 2010-2022 (English)
The Karl is no more. Kareltje, Karel de Grote, Carolus Magnificus, or for real intimi, Pensje, used up his ninth life on Monday Morning at 3:15 AM. He died of a heart attack and he did not suffer.
People would often tell us Karel was the most characteristic cat they’d ever met. And boy did he have character.
Pushing his paw out of the mailbox in the front door when the mailmen had the audacity to shove envelopes into the territory.
When we would stand with his back to him, cooking or brushing our teeth, he would appreciate that with nails in our ankles.
He knew we’d let him onto the roof terrace immediately when he hung in the curtains covering the door. The curtains in the bedroom are incapable of catching 7,5 kilogrammes of cat failing to make a U-turn manoueuvre in a very small window sill, we also learnt that.
Keyboards? Book reports? Notebooks? The Karl would stretch and lay down on all of them at once if necessary. He measured 76 centimeters from his little nose till the tip of his tail (I measured it with my iPhone).
Karel always wanted your undivided attention. And he got it. Definitely the past four years with me recovering from a car accident, a pandemic, lockdowns and working from home, there was always a lap to chill on. He enjoyed that so very much. He became sweeter, more and more affectionate and his purr got louder and louder. He was living the dream, really. Every night he’d sleep
With his head on our ankles. In the morning he’s walk to the head board, make rounds under the duvet and come out again to curl up on his blanket beside my pillow. He’d curl up in my elbow there, paws on my arm and his nose warming up in my hand.
The jump from the bed to the chest of drawers under the open window was perfectioned during the years. Every morning he’d sit there drooling over the blackbirds singing their songs, or the pigeons landing on the roof.
During the day there were cyclical patrols around the house: roof terrace, balcony on the front side, balcony on the back side (repeat as seen fit); naps in several cardboard boxes, the newspaper basket and of course in bed with his head on my husband’s pillow.
He watched hubby’s accomplishments in World of Tanks with great interest. They are Serrano ham and crackers together, but The Karl had no objection to finishing off our house plants either. His favorite human food was white asparagus. He’d sit on the floor next to the dining room table and looked at me until he’d get hand fed little pieces. With white asparagus on hand, he’d ignore the trout that was also in our salad.
And then there were his holidays, with his regular cat sitter, in her garden. He had several girlfriend cats that he’d give nose kisses and he spent most of the day enjoying the safe outdoors.
Kareltje left a great impression on us (and our furniture). We are heartbroken he is no longer with us. We would have loved to enjoy life with him for another five years or more. We are grateful he did not suffer or had a decline with lots of vet visits - he was so scared of the vet and hated going into his carrier.
But the silence in our house hurts, without our fur baby who was always with us everywhere we went. All doors are still left slightly ajar, but it’s not necessary anymore. It’s nice to have clean floors without kitty litter scattered everywhere but we’d give the world to go back to vacuuming several times a day.
We did our best to take care of him the best we could within our possibilities. The love and care we had for him - we had tons left of that. But as suddenly as he entered our one life, so suddenly his ninth ended.
Tore my heart apart ◊
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“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gydcChFnzQ
INNER DEMONS - JULIA BRENNAN
I try to always choose a different song each time, but although I've used this one before, it just fit somehow better than any other to describe my feelings in this moment …
Seems a long, long way back to you
I don't know if I can spare the time
am I better off leaving you
where you are knowing you'll be fine
you left me remember that
and I just didn't have the fight
left in me to call you back
seems it happened as often as the night
eyes like blueberries
lips like red cherries
words that could sting my ears and my eyes
warm as the Summer
cold as the Winter
emotions that could ring in my ears; make me cry
I am strung out; my soul seems to twist and to turn
your words and your actions make my heart burn
how can you say that you love me so much
when you hurt me; deprive me of your tender touch
alone in your torment; you want me to fall
you fill up my senses; you make me your all
I am ruined for anyone else
I am steering a course to a world I once felt
dreams come to me; they flood my mind
I thought that you were one of a kind
exhausted I lay and I pray for release
of this prison you made me; the sheets that you creased
mock me and mimic my cries; I fall back
drained of the energy; courage I lack
thoughts of you make me so weak
scent of you tainted now; havoc you wreak
why can't you leave me alone
you left me begging to bring you back home
can't live without you; can't seem to die
these feelings that clout me and cloud up my eyes
I crave you; the brave you; the one who got out
my soul and my heart skipped a beat so devout
in praise of your being; in love with your bones
so deep is this feeling that won't leave me alone
Dante's Inferno burns my fevered brow
a travesty; tragedy; I feel the heat now
licking and curling these pitiful pages
yellowing; make brittle the words that take ages
to write and then later they don't mean a thing
if you can still leave me on a tightrope of string
so narrow and pointless; my world seems to shrink
a life time without you; a life time to think
if only I could be at rest
I'm striving to do it; to be whole; the best
but still in my heart I feel you
and still in my soul I am torn right in two
writhing; surviving; damaged by love
you ripped something from me
can't find it here or above
pushing and shoving I try to control
the endless beginnings; the endings; the toll
it takes me further away from you
I can hardly make the night through
even my dreams; perpetual in motion
find no remedy; no magic potion
still I awake in the cold light of morning
realise you're not here; once again I start mourning
yet what is the use of grieving
it won't bring you back to the land of the living
I place fresh flowers by the smooth marble stone
that marks where you lay; the wind sets the tone
cold and relentless it whips at my face
how I wish you were standing here in my place
I gave everything up for you
yet still you left me broken in two
my tears water the flowers
I kneel; pray for the hours
to pass gently and swiftly until I reach the day
when I can rejoin you
until then I remember true
the plans that we made
if only you'd stayed
I promise I will carry on
just as you wanted; I'll sing our life song
do all the things that we wanted to do
try not to cry when all I wanted was you
goodbye my sweetheart; goodbye ...
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Tonight's Sunset at Cleadon Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.