July 14th, 2011

crossed heart

I present to you, my husband –

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From his facebook, this morning:

Oh Cat, why must you negate Morpheus' sweet touch with the dulcet tones of your regurgitation? Why must you devour like some sort of cat food Galactus, and spew like some sort of cat food Fin Fang Foom? Most importantly, why do you do at a volume which wakes me, but not my beloved spouse? It's like Werner Herzog directed a 9 Lives commercial.

I get some of my best lines from him. He's also a source of infinite comics knowledge. I love him.

crossed heart

the end of an era

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My husband's grandmother passed away this morning. She'd been living independently up until a year and a half ago, which is fantastic for 92 yr old. She got to see both of her grandsons get married, and meet her great-grand-daughter this past spring.

When I started dating my husband, he was living with her. She'd just moved to the area, and she didn't want to be alone. (Don't worry, she didn't drive ;)). I'll admit I was leery about dating a grown man who lived with his grandmother -- but when I met her, I understood why. She was a generous, accepting, and kind woman, who always made me feel welcome, and who truly appreciated the time he spent with her. I'm glad I got to know her well before her stroke, and happy that her death was quick and kind.