mutantenemy: (Default)
May 15, 1980
"Hey, son, would you mind going to the thermostat and turning it down a bit?," asked Dad. With a grumble and the footfall of a growing teen still awkward with his gait, my brother tromped down the hall like a mutant buffalo. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

I was sitting in front of the tv, just about ready to watch whatever was "Must See" back then. Cosby Show, Family Ties, and Night Court were my absolute favorites. Suddenly, through the floor, a vibration occurred. Then a ripple. Finally a low throttle rumble as the house shook upon its moorings and my first thought was a sisterly eyeroll of, "What did my brother do now? All he had to do was turn the dial."

That evening was my very first earthquake.

I was 10 years old. )

January 13, 2008

Wednesday, 13 January 2010 03:29 pm
mutantenemy: (misc::candlelight)
From an old journal entry two years ago.

A few minutes before 12:00PM on Sunday, January 13th, 2008, my beloved furry companion Embers passed on into the Summerlands.

Last night her condition took a turn for the worst as she had become very quiet and very still and even winced a bit at some pain. But as she was one who never played by the rules, she lived through the evening, to be greeted with a perfectly sunny day (SUNday).

Since Friday evening she had stopped eating and drinking all together. And I believe her kidneys were starting to deteriorate. Plus, in one week she dropped more weight and weighed in at 4 lbs.

I had promised her and myself, that when she began to shut down, I would take care of her and end her discomfort. My intellect knew I was making the right choice; however, my heart kept pleading, "just one more day, just one more day." But I could not be that selfish. It was time to let the furry love of my life for the past thirteen years go.

All I can say was the vets were very sympathetic and professional. I got to spend quite a few moments giving Embers my peace, something I had done at least 10 times in the last 2 days. I thanked her; I honored her; and I cherished and loved her completely. I asked Great Spirit to take care of her. Then we let each other go.

The last thing she felt was my gentle scritching of her chin. The last thing she saw were my loving blue eyes.

Now my apartment feels hollow without her. No sounds of her squeaks and chirps. No feeling of her paws padding my thigh while I sit typing at the computer. No smell of her soft fur under my chin. My baby is gone from this world and it feels incomplete without her in it.

ADOPTED 10/1994 at 7 years of age.
PASSED AWAY 1/13/2008 at the age of 20.

Embers "Grand Dame" left my life in body but not in spirit. I still cry for her. Her regal presence continues to be a part of my family as she watches, like a sentinel, from her own altar.

mutantenemy: (humour::rock on)
This Friday the 13th would have marked my father's 69th birthday. Nine years ago on November 23, 2000, at 60 years of age and on Thanksgiving, he let go of his fight with cancer and died surrounded by loved ones.

He was an amazing man. )
mutantenemy: (ww::crossed bracelets)
I am not a solider. I am not a warrior. Wasn't born one, though many times I wish I had the courage of Xena, the strength of Buffy, the honor of Wonder Woman.

To those who are soldiers, who fight for what is right, who protect lives and our freedoms, I thank you.

Let us not forget that soldiers are people and thanks to [profile] kylcassidy, they have many amazing stories to share.
mutantenemy: (misc::thoughtful)
I know the majority of you are probably suffering from Michael Jackson hangover. Everywhere you look (my LJ included) there are links and commentaries about the King of Pop. How will history view him? As a genius who bridged white and black in the music industry? As an eccentric who appeared to always have the mind of child and never truly grew up? As a man charged with child molestation and then acquitted?

Perhaps all the above. But while some of you mourn the loss of a once-in-a-lifetime talent, or some of you praise that justice was finally served, or some of you simply do not get what all the hub-bub is about, I wish to leave you with what he left for me.

THE MAN KNEW HOW TO DANCE. While others squealed over his vocal talents, I was ecstatic there was a Fred Astaire of my generation. A man who glided on the dance floor as if the floor didn't need to exist. He made the floor look good. Michael Jackson popularized solo dancing in the early 80's and made it cool. I perfected his moonwalk, memorized the Thriller choreography, and was even able to do the move where he lifts himself up to his tippy toes. No one influenced me as much until, ironically, his little sister Janet did with "Rhythm Nation" when I was in college.

Michael's dancing ability was one of the best. Does he rival Fred Astaire? Mmmmmmmmmmaybe. Though he sure as hell paid a damn good homage.

Thanks Michael for keeping me dancing.