Supposedly having a train track behind your house is bad for home values.
But I love mine.
The soft rumble is soothing, and the path alongside was always a favorite place I would walk my Chazz. I would let the leash fall and he would go where he wanted and sniff whatever caught his attention. Second to my lap, it was the happiest place in the world to him.
The day he passed, just one hear ago, I had been planning a “one last good day with him.” He went without warning… I knew he was getting older but has no idea what that morning held.
Seems a lot of love leaves without warning. One day they’re there, the next day they’re not.
It’s hard enough when it’s a dog. Feels impossible when it’s a person.
This has been my hardest week in some time. I won’t give a quantifiable date as to how long because I don’t even know. The hours, days, weeks, months all seem to run together.
This evening I left my home without a destination. I’m not able to drive today so I figured I would follow my feet. They led me here.
As I sit under the noisiest power lines Irvine has to offer, watching the trains go by, looking down the long dirt path my pittie used to happily prance through, missing my baby and my life as I knew it…. there is an ounce of peace to be found.
There is solace in the familiar.
I continue to search for the peace I know awaits me in Him.
It will come. He promises He will come. It must come.
These burdens are far too heavy to carry alone.
