Boise | Krissie’s Graduation
Sunday, April 18th, 2010
I bought a new camera last year and wanted to rigorously test it out before the Wedding Season got under way, so I brought it to my Aunt Krissie’s graduation. Krissie got her Masters degree in clinical psychology, and we all went to Boise to surprise her and support her!
My Aunt Krissie actually lived with us when I was growing up. Even though she is my mom’s sister, she is 17 years younger than Bobbie and only 8 years older than me, so really, she’s more like my big sister than my Auntie.
Krissie and her husband live in a home with tons of west facing windows, the light pours in and I was just having a ball. I was also in a really big B&W mood, and since this was all experimentation, I had a blast.
When I gave birth to my son Zen 2 years ago, something snapped inside of me. I went from being a very laid-back person about all things baby, to being crazy protective of this little guy! I took thousands of pictures of him each month, wanting to document his every movement, only to decide that I couldn’t possible share them with anyone but family.
My Grandma passed away 2 weeks ago. We had a funeral and everyone flew into town and it was supposed to bring about some closure and peace. For me, it didn’t. So I wrote a very long post on my blog, this blog, about my feelings and everything i was thinking, and basically coming to terms with the fact that I didn’t really know this woman and so I found it difficult to mourn her passing. I wrote that, and I felt a bit better. Somehow airing out my dirty laundry very publicly, really helped me. And then the emails started.
Its weird to see your name on a tombstone. Besides the dead body in the room, nothing seems as final as this. I’ve actually never seen my name on a tombstone, and to be fair, it’s not my personal name, it’s my family name, but still. It’s weird.
Today Pepper and I held our girl’s head in our hands as she sighed her final breath – resigned, peaceful even, but finally, inexorably…final. We bit our lips and held her gaze until the light left her eyes and in so doing we fulfilled the hardest, most bitter clause of the contract one makes when one accepts responsibility for a beloved pet: love us; live for us; and in return we will do our best to give you a life of love worth living, and allow you a graceful exit…even if we are not ready to let you leave.
Mitch and I decided this week that after giving her humans almost 14 wonderful years, that it was time to allow Minx to continue on the next part of her journey. Although maintaining a healthy appetite to the end, she had been not been herself for about 8 months now. The vet’s office, normally not her favorite place [especially with the numerous visits of the past month] was a quiet and restful place this final time, and I’d like to think that she knew that after all this time we were finally ready to say goodbye to our clown.

My brother Roderick [who by the way is the bestest brother in the world] finally at long last got what he always wanted for Christmas, a brand new puppy. And not just any puppy, but a Rhodesian Ridgeback!