Vacations and Age

Vacations are terrific.  Vacations take you away from the normal routine and give you something new to look at and experience.   But let's face it, vacations are also a lot of work.  When you're single and old like me, there are so many things to deal with.  It stressed me out to put Sadie in a PetHotel; it stressed both Sadie and I out when I got out the suitcase to pack.   Traveling always stresses me out as well.  I *hate* using airplane toilets and try my best to avoid it at all costs. 

Just five years ago, in 2014, I traveled to Cali and back again once a month.  But it was easier then.  My son was here, stayed with Sadie whenever I went.  I could rest easy that someone would be at the house, and Sadie would be well cared for.   But no more.  I miss that.

Putting Sadie in a PetHotel was an experiment to see if I could swing the whole travel thing on my own, and for the most part, I think I can do it.  Four nights was just a bit long, but would go better if I change up Sadie's diet so that she eats more nuggets and less wet food. 

And I'm rambling.

I had a little bit of a breakdown today; I miss my son, and I was tired from traveling, and it all converged at once.  After a crying jag, I put Sadie in the stroller and took a walk to shake it off.

It worked.  Mostly.

The Feather

On a normal day off, I end up doing household chores - because owning a home means there is *always* something that needs be done.  Sunday, I was in and out of the backyard, trimming a bush, cleaning the patio, just letting Sadie out.  Things were cleaned up and looking good.

Late in the afternoon, I was letting Sadie out and I noticed a feather standing straight up in the rocks. Right where I found Brian on the day he died.  I was shocked and my mouth dropped open, I looked left and right, then back at the feather.  I couldn't help staring as I felt myself covered in goose bumps. 

I grabbed my camera and immediately took a photo so I didn't think I was imagining it.

Today, I checked on Google and found:  "Additionally, white is the color of angels, and thus if you see a white feather, it is the angel feather, a sign of protection and faith.  Seeing a white feather could be a direct communication from the angel to pass a message from your deceased loved ones, that they are well and safe in heaven".

This makes me smile.
I'd be happy to know that my son is safe and well in heaven.

I love you always, Brian!

Love, Mom