bloodsong1 | Six Years, LJ-land (Reply)

It's been six years since Wolf died.

I had weird-ass dreams the night of the 30th. Occasionally I will dream of him coming back alive and whole and well and I would rejoice at the miracle even as I suspected it. That night was another Wolf is Alive dreams and I asked him outright, "Are you really here? You died, I saw the body, I CREMATED you, how the hells are you here?" He didn't have a good answer.

As Fall marches on, I relax into the slow slide of Indigo. Tigers in India when I'm 65. This gives me...27 years. Yes, that's plenty of time to get the kiddos grown up and out of the house and go to Japan. I am comforted with this plan. It' a good plan.

And if wild tigers are truly extinct by then, I'll make myself a Socrates cocktail.

Respect the Right to Die!

(Now taking bets on how many on the friends list will be contacting me in the next week)