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Kieran and I were sitting at my desk this morning when I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 11:55. Not a huge number, but 11:55 AM is usually the time for me to put my dogs out.
We decided to go outside and take a walk down to the lake. It was a gorgeous morning, and as we turned the corner onto the street, the sun was just starting to rise. The lake was just to our right, the wind was coming in our faces and the lake was calm. The water was a brilliant blue, and as we got closer to the water, we noticed a small boat in the water.
There was a man on the boat. He had the hood of his sweatshirt up, and was holding onto the side of the boat with one hand, as he was in the process of pulling a fish out of the water with the other.
As we got closer, I could see the boat more clearly, and the fish. It was a very, very small fish. Not more than 5 inches long.
It was lying on the ground, next to the boat. I wasn’t even sure it was still alive.
Kieran and I stood and watched for about 5 minutes. The fish was moving. I was sure that it was moving. I didn’t know if it was trying to get away from the water, or trying to catch its breath, or what.
We kept watching for a few minutes more, and I was sure that it wasn’t going anywhere. I asked Kieran if he wanted to keep the fish. I was about to throw it back into the lake.
We turned around, and began walking back to my house. The fish flopped around in the water for a few moments more, and then I watched as the fish sank under the water.
It was one of those moments that you will never forget. Kieran, who was only 6 at the time, was sitting on my lap.
As we got closer to my house, I noticed two things:
1. He was looking at the fish lying on the ground.
2. He had tears in his eyes.
I asked him what was wrong.
He sd, “We just made the world’s biggest fish sandwich!”
This is one of those rare moments, I will remember for the rest of my life. I will remember it as one of the best things that ever happened.
I will remember that we were able to help a fish. I will remember that we got to keep it.
I will remember that we made the world’s biggest fish sandwich.
But most of all, I will remember the look on Kieran’s face. I’ll remember that look on his face, because it will last me a lifetime.
We were a family of 5. We were all sitting at my kitchen table, eating fish and potatoes from the frozen food section of our local Walmart. My mom had just died of cancer, and I was feeling pretty lonely.
I was getting to know my stepdad’s parents, and they were so kind and generous. Every time I went to visit them, they made it a point to give me the most expensive thing they had. We didn’t need any help. We had everything we needed.
We had my mom. My dad was still alive. My stepdad had his parents. Kieran and I were still a family.
My mom had just been ld to rest. I was aching to see my mom agn, to hold her hand and cry with her. To do all of the things we had done together as a family.
I had never really been there for my mom. I was never really there for her when she needed me. I always had my own problems.
My mom was very, very sick.
She had always told me that she didn’t mind living with her cancer, because she knew that when she passed away, I’d be there for her.
She was wrong. I was a stranger to her. I didn’t want to be there when she needed me. I was running from my problems.
I wanted to be there for my friends. For Kieran and my stepdad. I wanted to be there for my friends when they needed me, not when I needed them.
My friends were going through their own troubles. I didn’t want to get involved.
So I was angry at my mom. I was angry at myself.
I couldn’t wt for her to die. I hated being around her. I hated being with her.
And then one day, I was sitting at her kitchen table, eating some fish and potatoes, when she told me that she had a few days left.
She didn’t say much. I didn’t ask much. I didn’t want to know. I had my own problems.
She had only been gone for about an hour, when my dad called. He wanted to know if I wanted to come down to his office.
I told him no. I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to have to talk to him. I didn’t want to have to face all of his problems.
He wasn’t happy, but I told him I didn’t want to go down there. He wasn’t happy with that.
He kept calling for about an hour, until finally I agreed to go down there.
I went down to the office, and I sat in one of the chrs in the wting area. I stared out the window, and didn’t say anything.
I didn’t say anything for an hour.
I didn’t want to hear what he was saying to the office staff.