Friday, December 16, 2011


I miss Bob. 

I missed him as I was walking home tonight.  He would understand.  I was at the bar with the regulars and they were all friendly...until they were gone and replaced with strangers who didn't care where they were and why they were there.  Everyone knew my name and then suddenly they didn't and it didn't matter.  I walked home and was jostled by  loudmouths just starting their evening....

Come home to find my cat missing. 


If he wants to live with someone else, he should just say so.

Bob would get it.  Where others just hear complaints, Bob would hear our fear.  Our fear of losing our home. our community, our friend, our family...our lives...Bob would get it.  Even if it was just temporary - some emotional reaction to another asinine Friday night in the EV...

Bob would get it.

And, he'd let it pass, and teach us to let it pass...and tomorrow morning would be a brand new day.


  1. Sorry to hear about the losing of Bob. Hang in there, Goggla.

  2. Such a beautiful tribute..and he would remind us all "to stay out of trouble and don't go to jail". Love ya Bob.

  3. I'm sorry your evening was so blue - did you find your cat?
    Friday nights in bars can be loving or soul-destroying, depending on the company & the general crowd. Hope you're feeling better.

  4. your words are as beautiful as your photos.... true poems that speak our hearts.