Sunday evening in East Stroudsburg, PA



I took this photo on Sunday evening at the gas station near the hospital in East Stroudsburg. Across the street is the vet that I took Joshua to since 1994. I was putting air in a tire and the sunset seemed kind of nice and I just stood there looking at it for a minute or two while thinking about how many times I took Joshua there. I felt pretty sad but I was happy to remember Joshua.


My last request…


When I took this photo of Joshua I didn’t know that Joshua would die in a little over a month. We lived alone together for almost 19 years and though I knew we wouldn’t always be together a part of me thought we would have at least a few more years together. It’s been a little over 6 months since he died and people tell me that “it’ll get easier” but the thing is, I don’t want it to “get easier.” “Get easier” just means I’ve moved further away from the last time I held him. “Get easier” just means getting used to him not being with me. Why would I want anything to “get easier.” My only request that I wish to be fulfilled after I die is that I be buried with a photo of Joshua and I and I want the photo to be sealed in plastic and be placed in my shirt or jacket pocket. I know it sounds morbid to be writing about that request but we’re all going to die and we all know it so what’s morbid about writing about a little post mortem request?

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I’ll take the large-size print, please!

   I’ve noticed that childrens books have very large print and adult books have much, much smaller print which is a pain because I’m old and have to wear reading glasses to magnify the words. Everything should be opposite: kids have great eyes – give them the small print. Me? I’ll take the giant-size words…and some pictures in my books would hurt either!