OUR FAMILY GROWS
Flash has always been for all practical purposes, a one person cat. She owns me and lets anyone who approaches know it. On several occasions Greg became very upset because Flash preferred my lap to his. He never understood that she would not spend long on his lap because he always became so excited that he scared her away. Anytime Flash would get on his lap he would start yelling for me to come and look; as a result she would jump down and run away. Even though there was not a lot of physical contact between Flash and Greg, I knew that they loved each other very much. Flash and Greg enjoyed playing hide and seek. Greg would hide and Flash would then speed past him before he could touch her. When Greg died, Flash would not get on my lap for several days. She spent most of her time in his apartment under his bedcovers. I tried closing the door between the main part of the house and the apartment but, she would then sit and stare at the door for hours. She still spends time there when she wants to be alone.
Life has gone on since Greg's death. Flash still spends a lot of time on my lap when I watch television. She still runs through the house "talking". Occasionally we play hide and seek. Everything is different. The house is very quiet now. There is no one yelling, "mom, come here. I need you". I spend most of the time at home alone with Flash. I am seated at my computer a lot more. It makes the hours pass so I can go to bed and dread the dawn of another day missing a hug from Greg, a kiss on my cheek and hearing him say; "I love you, mom". I still go out and get the mail everyday. Flash and I still go camping sometimes. Still, things are different. I don't get up in the morning and fix breakfast for Greg and make sure that he brushes his teeth. I don't meet his school bus in the driveway after school. I don't have my best friend to go out to eat with. All and all, life is mostly empty without Greg but, the worst thing is; I can't do anything about it. Oh well, I guess I'll just clean out the cat box and go to bed. After all, tomorrow is another day.