I spoke of Molly’s “other” families previously but I just received a very sweet note from our neighbor Patti and I thought you would enjoy hearing her take.
Hi Bonnie,
I loved seeing your pictures of Molly and reading the post. Lotus and I have visited her grave with some of Lotus’s friends. It’s so lovely.
On some level I know it was Molly’s time to go, but I get very sad driving up to the house and not having her greet me. I keep expecting her to push the front door open and bound in. Thanks for sharing your girl. We all love her to bits.
I found a picture from her last day and some from that week. During her last week I was laying out on the couch a couple of times and Moll would jump on the couch and climb up behind me and throw a leg over me. Lotus and I cracked up. She was such a funny kid, that Molly. I guess she was saying goodbye.
Kirk wrote this poem about our dog Gina when she passed away in April two years ago. I just thought about it and how much it could be about our Molly too.
I hope you and your family are well. Big love from Bowers, Patti
Molly holding court with her friends
The Rescue.
It must be hard to be a dog and die in the spring.
It must be hard to die with the scent of so much newness filling the cool wet of your nostrils.
New rabbits to chase, new squirrels to charge, new dandelions to roll in, new meat on the spring picnic tables to quickly gulp down while eyes are diverted to fly balls.
It must be hard to be a dog and to die with the scent of new moss emerging in the pores of old forgotten tennis balls lining the muddy banks of nearby rivers.
It must be hard.
But Gina did. Gina died in the spring. And yet I know it was Gina’s way to do things hard.
She went at life hard, which I guess is a nature that pound puppies, like Gina was, receive the moment their sharp little puppy teeth clash at the cold steel grid of their pound cage.
She went at the ball hard, climbed the granites hard, rushed the waves hard, licked our faces hard, barked at strange smells in the night hard, and shepherded her human family through desert hikes hard.
The leash was never slack with Gina. She pulled it so hard and so tight it hummed like a spring cicada.
Yes, it was Gina’s nature to do things hard. And the thing she did the hardest was love us. And the one she loved the hardest was her human mother, Patricia, who first opened that cage and looked in her eyes and took her out into the world. Having witnessed that moment I can tell you that there was a knowing of each other that was born well before that moment in a sacred agreement before earth time.
Humans like to call dogs like Gina, “rescues”. While the name is appropriate, I have learned that the human understanding is the inverted truth. What Gina taught me in how hard she loved and cared for our family was that it isn’t the dog that is being rescued in such arrangements.
It must be hard to be a dog and die in the spring.
Unless you are a dog named Gina who does things hard. And then it is simply how you came in, how you lived, how you loved, and how you kept going.
Lee spent the month of September at home in Maine after finishing his 2nd Afghanistan tour.
He, Lindy and I had a great time at the Garland Days Home brew contest among other things. Lindy rode her horse in the Garland Days parade.
On Lee’s last night in Maine before heading back to Camp LeJeune we all had a great time at my place drinking beer and having an awesome gun shoot.
A few weeks earlier Lee purchased a Glock handgun and super cool assault rifle (civilian AR15) …you haven’t lived until you have fired off 20 rounds in 10 seconds with this baby
Along with Lindy’s 9mm and my 22 pistol and 22 magnum rifle we fired off almost 400 rounds (expensive but worth it)
Fun was had by all and Lee really enjoyed his last night at home.
Oh, and yes, my vegetable and fruit business is getting bigger and better each year!
Brian’s latest commercial is airing all over the place and you may even have already seen it. He’s the singer and composer and you can hear some familiar little voices in the background!
Beth has been accepted into 2 different graduate programs. One is a 1 year at Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health for a Master’s in Health Services. The other is at American University for a Master’s in Public Policy.
Congratulations Beth, let us know what you decide!
Dear Family,
Amelia has accepted an athletic scholarship to attend and play volleyball for Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida. Flagler is a small school on the Atlantic coast north of Daytona. Jeanne and I visited St. Augustine often during our Floridays. Amelia will be near her godparents, and our great friends, Denny and Dori Vandendriessche and their two kids Jake and Jesse. Flagler has been Amelia’s first choice for over a year. She attended Flagler volleyball camps for the last two summers. She expressed early interest to the Flagler coaches and team members. In turn, they noticed Amelia’s skill, leadership and grace on and off the court. Appropriately, the Flagler offer, the family discussion, and our subsequent acceptance all took place around a campfire in southern Colorado as we were visiting Colorado colleges. The family decision was made under a starry sky in the San Luis Valley with 270 degrees of 14,000 ft. peaks including The Great Sand Dunes as the foothills to the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. We are very proud parents.
Jimmy and Jeanne
Catch this video of Misia being interviewed by ABC News! She has been working at the La Brea Tarpits for several years now, while she pursues her masters at Cal State E. Los Angeles.
She knows her stuff!
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I spoke of Molly’s “other” families previously but I just received a very sweet note from our neighbor Patti and I thought you would enjoy hearing her take.
