03/03/08, 7:18pm…the crash afterward
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010March 3rd, 7:18pm: Last night was truly wicked. I guess the last three weeks of my life – which had been force-fed to me through a blur of coffee, adrenaline, cigars, bites of food here and there (kindly dropped off by caring people – thank you again folks), topped off by the loss of the little guy and then the emotional hammering that accompanied it all hit at once. I have no idea how Kathi has kept it up and hope it doesn’t hit in the same way but I suppose a crash was inevitable. 2 Tylenol PMs and later 3 ibuprofen did nothing to alleviate the pain. I don’t wish that on anybody and I hope it was a one night thing but I suppose it wasn’t a one night thing to get into this shape, so perhaps wishful thinking it will be a one night reconciliation back to health.
Thursday afternoon I leave for Anoka to fix the trailer and pick up Windchill’s ashes. I would guess he’ll finally be back home in the late afternoon or early evening and be back where he belongs.
We’ve decided to open the farm up Saturday, March 8th to allow for those that were unable to say “goodbye” to the little guy to do so if they’d like. I don’t know that we’ll do anything more formal, such as a memorial service – I think his life has been chronicled here as we lived it and breathed it the last three weeks. We will of course have coffee and hot water for cocoa or tea on hand.