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Thanksgiving was a tad weird. It was just my mom, me, and my brother - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rialian went to his parents' place. Usually there would be about 5 or 6 people there - my aunt, my dad, maybe an uncle, and once upon a time, even a dog. This time there were three. At least two of those people's ashes are in my mom's closet. If you call my mom's house, my dad still answers the phone on the answering machine.
Around the dinner table, we mostly talked about death. We talked about my late dad and my two late aunts and my late cats. We didn't talk about being thankful, because we weren't exactly thankful that they were all dead. Plus Mom has macular degeneration and can no longer read stove labels. She said she didn't want to outlive her eyesight. Later I went home because I didn't feel up to much more.
The Kewkewbeekers (my pet name for my family) are dwindling in number.
Later that evening I noticed Sageti,rialian's cat. He is one enormous animal. How could I not notice him? Yet for months, I haven't really noticed him at all. He is very quiet and unobtrusive. I realized I had been ignoring him because I was caring for Sunshine, and because Oosie always loudly demands ALL the attention when I'm upstairs. This time I noticed him. He was lying on the floor, calmly waiting for his turn. What if his turn never came? What if he lived and died and we never noticed him again, never petted him, because the other cats made more noise and made their presence known more? We immediately made a huge fuss over him, and resolved to pay more attention to him. Last night he got all the cuddles and attention he wanted (which will become more frequent now that nobody in the house is sick). So maybe Sageti had a good thanksgiving...
rialian went to his parents' place. Usually there would be about 5 or 6 people there - my aunt, my dad, maybe an uncle, and once upon a time, even a dog. This time there were three. At least two of those people's ashes are in my mom's closet. If you call my mom's house, my dad still answers the phone on the answering machine.Around the dinner table, we mostly talked about death. We talked about my late dad and my two late aunts and my late cats. We didn't talk about being thankful, because we weren't exactly thankful that they were all dead. Plus Mom has macular degeneration and can no longer read stove labels. She said she didn't want to outlive her eyesight. Later I went home because I didn't feel up to much more.
The Kewkewbeekers (my pet name for my family) are dwindling in number.
Later that evening I noticed Sageti,
rialian's cat. He is one enormous animal. How could I not notice him? Yet for months, I haven't really noticed him at all. He is very quiet and unobtrusive. I realized I had been ignoring him because I was caring for Sunshine, and because Oosie always loudly demands ALL the attention when I'm upstairs. This time I noticed him. He was lying on the floor, calmly waiting for his turn. What if his turn never came? What if he lived and died and we never noticed him again, never petted him, because the other cats made more noise and made their presence known more? We immediately made a huge fuss over him, and resolved to pay more attention to him. Last night he got all the cuddles and attention he wanted (which will become more frequent now that nobody in the house is sick). So maybe Sageti had a good thanksgiving...