A Man and his Dog

It’s amazing the info you remember when awake

at 3:00 a.m.

I need to purchase a new recording device as short-

term memory is ‘short’ these days.

The hands of the clock, tick-tock – tick tock, most

definitely move at the pace of a snail.

This week I shared answers to a few exercises from

my self-love journal.

One day I wrote ’bout a tragedy, a stillbirth, followed

by a miracle (birth of my ‘Rainbow baby’ two years

later on same date, near exact time).

A short share ’bout forgiveness and indiscretions.

Within days of returning home after the stillbirth,

a strange occurrence began during dinner hour.

The telephone would ring followed by a hangup

when I answered the call.

Approximately an hour later the person whom I

loved most in the world would leave (new regimen)

for a nightly walk with the Beagle on leash.

To spend some time alone after a loss can be

therapeutic for the paternal parent – known fact.

It didn’t take long to catch onto this new pattern.

The phone call was a signal and three hours

later man and dog returned home.

Although far from funny at the time, neither

of them lost an ounce.

There were lots of harsh words spoken and

the decision to remain married rather than to

divorce agreed upon by both.

People at vulnerable times often seek solace

elsewhere. Sad, but true.

If you’ve lived thru such an experience, you’ll

understand healing from a tragedy doesn’t

occur in the arms of another.

Indiscretions only exacerbate the situation

marital partners should work on together.