in memory
there are many times when i ignore my cell phone when it rings. this isn’t because i’m a jerk and like to make those who call me worry. it’s because when my phone rings, the first thought that comes to my head is that something is wrong. someone lost their job, someone died, someone’s house caught on fire…all things bad and depressing come from phone calls and so i avoid them like the plague.
that is, i avoid picking up my phone when there’s only one “missed call” from an individual. but when i have 4 messages on my phone from the same person, i know i must face the grim reality that is before me. fortunately, most times someone calls me, it is not to inflict pain or notify me of an untimely “parting.” my mind runs contrary to this “reality” however.
unfortunately, yesterday was one of those days when i should have ignored that conduit of evil (also known as my cell phone). emotions burst into incoherent thoughts as the words of my dad rang through my head that one of my cats had to be put to sleep. kidney failure induced by the old age of my 15 year old cat, abby, was the culprit. though this is understandable due to her age, i find it to be no comfort to me as i reminisce about the past 15 years with her. there was a special bond between us and i will greatly miss her.
