Friday, December 23, 2011

Not A Very Merry Christmas


This is the first Christmas I have spent without my beloved Bucky. Every year I would post a greeting from the two of us. This evening my eye fell upon it in a file and I wept. I am weeping now. The loss of this dog has been more of a blow that your faithful correspondent could have comprehended. Much of the first half of 2011 was spent mired in grief. (If you think this prose is a tad purple, tough.)

After the death of a loved one, there is the dreaded firsts: first birthday, first anniversary, first Thanksgiving, and now, the first Christmas.

Fletcher is sweet, albeit as neurotic as as a boxcar of Baldwins. But of course it's not the same. It can't be the same. I love him, but you cannot compare months to years.

Next month will be the anniversary of Bucky's death. If you don't hear much from me, that's why. Reviews of "House" might be the only things I write in this blog-thing.

Then again, I could post one sentence or picture a day, and pretend this is Tumblr.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and whatever it is Buddhists do at this time of the year.



Audrey said...


Sorry for your grief. I know how much you loved Bucky. Here's hoping 2012 brings healing and happiness.


leakeylover said...

So sorry, my love. I grieve as well. Much comfort to you. Buddhists might remind one another to practice patience and be kind. How's that? Better days coming soon.

Jess said...

Wishing you peace and healing this season, Elisa!

Diana said...

There are no words when you lose someone you love. I hope you can get to feeling the happy of the happy memories soon.