The kind words for Kevin are kind and deserved. He left behind his partner of 22 years, Dawn. As great a guy and as good a friend as Kevin was to me, Dawn was truly his better half.
She was/is obviously devastated but her facebook post today made me smile, thought i'd share it....lessons in WHY Kev was so amazing...
Morning’s at my house were the best! Kevin and I almost always woke up laughing and singing and expressing our joy to each other. This may sound like I’m stretching the truth a bit, but I am not. Most mornings Kevin would be up before me, working in his office. When I woke up, I would yell “I’m awake”. At that, any of our 3 cats who were not already in bed with me would run in the room and hop on the bed where we waited for Kevin. Soon Kevin would enter the room with a cup of coffee for each of us (he and I – none for the cats), he’d sit in the chair by the bed while we loved up and delighted in our 3 purring cats who always cracked us up. So BAM the first 15-20 minutes of the day and it was already the best!
Then he’d go back to his office and the cats and I began the domestic diva part of the day. I was always singing to the cats while we worked. I sang loudly and maybe badly. In the past, friends, coworkers and lovers would tell me (jokingly and/or seriously) not to sing because I sang badly – stuff like “ what’d you do with the money your mom gave you for singing lessons” or pretending to be forced to cover their ears in pain when I sang. I asked Kevin if my singing annoyed him many times and he always told me that it brought him joy to hear me singing happily – in fact, if I wasn’t singing, he would ask me if something was wrong. That was how our days began and mostly how our days were spent. We ran our business from our home and each of us knew our part perfectly. If we had a disagreement we resolved it quickly, rationally and kindly. If one of us was snarky (usually me), we would apologize quickly and forgive easily. We were happy loving people.
Since Saturday, my cat’s have been afraid of me. If I’m sobbing, it freaks them out and I think I must not smell like me and ........................................................................ I haven’t been able to sing.
Last night I slept some and this morning, My cats each took loving from me (in fact Bob and Bunk are both here with me as I type). Bob and Bunky purred and Lucy let me brush her and...................................... that may be a song I hear in the back of my head.
People have told me that Kevin’s death is unfair. I won’t say that. I wont say that life has been anything less than generous with me. I had a truly amazing love for 22 years and that is so much to be grateful for! I still have so much to be grateful for. We have such good friends everywhere and they have all been so supportive and loving that it blows my mind also, I have me. I am strong and capable and I know I can count on myself. Also life is such that even during sad days, there are still baby birds learning to fly, flowers, sunshine and moments of joy. Also, I know that Kevin is in heaven – that’s a huge comfort to me.
The last few days have been filled with so much sadness, fear and near nonstop activity, but I feel loved, supported, strong and grateful!
Today my life feels like that moment when you first see the little green bit poking out of the soil after a seed has been planted. Not quite a plant yet – lots of work left to do - but, with lots of work, sunshine, soil and water, the promise (I guess nothing is promised – I’ll say potential) of a plant for sure.
She was/is obviously devastated but her facebook post today made me smile, thought i'd share it....lessons in WHY Kev was so amazing...
Morning’s at my house were the best! Kevin and I almost always woke up laughing and singing and expressing our joy to each other. This may sound like I’m stretching the truth a bit, but I am not. Most mornings Kevin would be up before me, working in his office. When I woke up, I would yell “I’m awake”. At that, any of our 3 cats who were not already in bed with me would run in the room and hop on the bed where we waited for Kevin. Soon Kevin would enter the room with a cup of coffee for each of us (he and I – none for the cats), he’d sit in the chair by the bed while we loved up and delighted in our 3 purring cats who always cracked us up. So BAM the first 15-20 minutes of the day and it was already the best!
Then he’d go back to his office and the cats and I began the domestic diva part of the day. I was always singing to the cats while we worked. I sang loudly and maybe badly. In the past, friends, coworkers and lovers would tell me (jokingly and/or seriously) not to sing because I sang badly – stuff like “ what’d you do with the money your mom gave you for singing lessons” or pretending to be forced to cover their ears in pain when I sang. I asked Kevin if my singing annoyed him many times and he always told me that it brought him joy to hear me singing happily – in fact, if I wasn’t singing, he would ask me if something was wrong. That was how our days began and mostly how our days were spent. We ran our business from our home and each of us knew our part perfectly. If we had a disagreement we resolved it quickly, rationally and kindly. If one of us was snarky (usually me), we would apologize quickly and forgive easily. We were happy loving people.
Since Saturday, my cat’s have been afraid of me. If I’m sobbing, it freaks them out and I think I must not smell like me and ........................................................................ I haven’t been able to sing.
Last night I slept some and this morning, My cats each took loving from me (in fact Bob and Bunk are both here with me as I type). Bob and Bunky purred and Lucy let me brush her and...................................... that may be a song I hear in the back of my head.
People have told me that Kevin’s death is unfair. I won’t say that. I wont say that life has been anything less than generous with me. I had a truly amazing love for 22 years and that is so much to be grateful for! I still have so much to be grateful for. We have such good friends everywhere and they have all been so supportive and loving that it blows my mind also, I have me. I am strong and capable and I know I can count on myself. Also life is such that even during sad days, there are still baby birds learning to fly, flowers, sunshine and moments of joy. Also, I know that Kevin is in heaven – that’s a huge comfort to me.
The last few days have been filled with so much sadness, fear and near nonstop activity, but I feel loved, supported, strong and grateful!
Today my life feels like that moment when you first see the little green bit poking out of the soil after a seed has been planted. Not quite a plant yet – lots of work left to do - but, with lots of work, sunshine, soil and water, the promise (I guess nothing is promised – I’ll say potential) of a plant for sure.
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