Mr. Haupt

I do not  know this man.  I know

that sounds strange.  I heard about

him on the internet.  He is an

elderly gentleman in Canada

who lost his

beloved long haired dashund

from a mauling.  They are

asking for cards for him.  so

I contacted the person and

got his address.  I know just

how he feels as everyone

who has ever lost a pet

knows.  They are much, much

more than pets, they are our

family.  Sometimes much

better than the human family

we have!  My heart just

broke for him so I wanted

to send him a little comfort.

I heard that he is getting hundreds

of cards from all over the

world.  People can be so

loving and understanding to

someone they don't even know.

It gives me hope for the world.

I like how it turned out.  It's the only

dog stamp I have, but I don't 

think the image matters as much

as the fact that someone

is thinking of him.

Today I have a new class, Signing

Naturally.  I've probably already talked

about it, so I won't bore you, but

I'm anxious/nervous about it!

Anxious to take a new class and

learn about facial/body expression;

nervous because I don't know quite

what to expect.  Sam has shown

me a little of the course so I'm

not going in blindly, but still...

I had lunch with my friend, Dianne,

yesterday and she asked me to

make a journal for a coworker

of hers who  was recently

diagnosed with cancer.

She asked me also to

make a couple of cards

for this woman.

I love doing things

like that because she will

know that Dianne cares

about her and the more

people that care, the more

strength you have, I think.

Cancer takes all the strength

you have to face and hopefully

beat.  But in the end, as the

song by Mandisa says, 

"You're an overcomer
Stay in the fight ‘til the final round"

 

Sometimes the 'final round' isn't

in this world.  But what a wonderful

place we have to go to if God calls

us home.  I've been thinking more

about that as the 2nd anniversary

of John's death approaches.

It's been difficult to accept that

almost two years have

gone by.  I miss him very

much.  I hope he is proud of

the way I've lived my life

since then.  I hope he approves

of (most) of the decisions

I've made.  I know there's

a couple he wouldn't be too

happy with. I wish he

hadn't had to go, but as

I've said before, I know where

he is, that he is happy and that

I will see him again someday.

So as much as I miss him,

if I could, I would never

wish him back. As much

as he loved me I know he

wouldn't want to come back.

And I  know I have to go on.