The  sweet Spring sun caressed my skin and warmed  my aching bones this afternoon  while the  lilac scent  hung on the breeze  and drifted my way as  I sat on the stoop  waiting for the kids to come home.

 

I so yearned for healing rays  on  those cold ,gray days in rehab right after my accident in November and then with  Winter dragging  

on mercilessly  while recuperating at home .

 

That frigid  ice storm that had it's grip on Kentucky  making it feel more like my time in Massachusetts didn't help , and more recently  Spring weather taunted us here and there  and suddenly *poof * everything went  back down to 40 or 50 F  again.

My circulation isn't what it should be yet  and so my body really wavers between way too cold and then too hot with blankets on.

 

It sounds like a few days of warmer weather are beckoning us over the next weekend and hopefully a  trend I can easily follow of more weather to come.

 

Life is   hectic these days  with  Eddie's kids activities and schedule , friends visiting, and my daughter moving an hour away closer to her  work now.

 

This will be the first  time she's ever been that far away from me.It's going to be strange. In my family, having  a military background  ,  we were not always close to  my parents geographically  depending on the assignment.

 

My parents are still in Texas , the last time I saw them was  when they came down after my accident.It was good to see them , I know that they were pretty scared  for me.

 

I am still going to physical therapy twice a week and getting stronger, but still not up to snuff yet.

 

Most days I am tired at the end  of the evening , but look forward to another day  , because  I was  allowed  more after Nov. 16 , 2008.

 

Every moment now has a special flavor, appreciation and wonder at what is and can still be .

 

Zel Cat  died last Wednesday.

 

He  was  suddenly quite ill , and we got him in to see the vet as soon as we could , but  he was already very bad off.

It seems  the poor little guy  had a fatal corona virus called FIP , and we had to make a quick decision to help him to the rainbow bridge.

He wasn't even a year old. 

 

Tears still come every time  I think of the  choice we had to make.

He didn't need to suffer anymore, and this was the kindest  thing  I think we could do for Steff's  fur baby.

 

He was a cuddlesome  fellow  that I didn't get to spend a whole lot of time with , between  my busy schedule  ,being laid up in the hospital  and my subsequent lack of mobility up until the second week of February .

 

This was Steff's first cat, the one she always wanted.

 

He was  her baby.

 

We've had so many changes  over the last  year ,a very mixed bag to say the least .

 

On a beautiful sunny spring  day like today , I think about  all the hard times we've all endured, the joy we've felt  , and then the  who -knows- what- lies- ahead truth of living in this world .

 

I know she adored him, and that while he was around , he had a nice kitty life.

 

We'll miss you , Zel .