Yeah. It happened the day before my 33rd birthday. Sis had just gotten out of the Navy, was living outside of Seattle, and was enjoying her first civilian job as a firefighter. She flew in, we had plans to "celebrate". Took her down the 21st, two days later, to see if they needed anymore help. They had so much help they were turning folks away. I will remember the way the city looked, and the feeling of the concussion that penetrated through to my bones. And I lived 12 miles away from the site. [Show/Hide Quoted Message] (Quoting Message by spapad from Tuesday, March 03, 2009 8:05:42 PM) | | spapad wrote: | | Bella is a fine name! For a fine dog! Nice there is another Bella comming up.
Oh my God! OKC? Oklaholma City? You were there? His sister lives in NC, wont say where, she changed her last name to avoid the crazies that wanted to make the whole family pay for the actions of her psycho brother. (Quoting Message by Bev from Tuesday, March 03, 2009 8:01:20 PM)
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I meant to tell you. The owner of the sailing center lost his dog about six weeks ago. Lilly. She used to walk the marina with him everyday. One of the sailboats in the fleet is her namesake. I am told he brought a new puppy to the marina. Her name is Bella.
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I come across that way alot myself, but if something hits my buttons, I will cry like a baby! When the doctor told me about Bella as soon as I hung up the phone I was in hysterics and had to leave work immediately to go to her. I will tear up for years to come over her. When ever something just hits me out of the blue.
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You're a good soul. Sentimental is a good thing. It's part of being human.
I'm not sure when exactly I learned to adapt, desensitize. Think I had a coming to terms with mortality after seeing carnage in OKC. I am very sentimental. Grief is very personal to me and I express it in my own way, far away from others. Publicly, I come off cold and uncaring.
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I'm just too sentimental. I would be like Harley and want to save the chick from the snake too. It would do me no good to have to feed anything live to anything.
I once chastized my huskey Wendy for bringing home her prize catch of ground hog one day! She was proud I was sad and crying! She also fished and came home with some whopper fish, but that didn't bother me! LOL
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Edited at: Tuesday, March 03, 2009 8:07:31 PM |
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