… meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
Happy Birthday, my delightful little soul, so full of questions and wonder.
When I was One,
I had just begun.When I was Two,
I was nearly new.When I was Three
I was hardly me.When I was Four,
I was not much more.When I was Five,
I was just alive.But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
Milne, A.A. “The End.” Now We Are Six, 1927
He didn’t write it, but he sure lived it and we are all better because of him.
Run free my funny, shiny, stinky, goofy, bumpy, lumpy, nosy, slobbery, stubborn, happy, loud, bawling, bodacious, wonderful, beautiful, sweet, loyal, velvet-eared friend.
So many more walks we will not take.
I thought we would have more time.
I’ll let all the squirrels in the neighborhood know the coast is clear.
