Time heals but loss is still felt

Maybe it was the fact that my grandfather isn't fairing too well this week or that Zion's collar is hanging on a hook near our back door but today I actually looked for him like I had gone back in time and he would be there waiting. Something about another's death or their impending twist of fate that awaits them that none of us can escape one day, makes you aware of things you already miss. I thought of him in the midst of being back at work and running all week with no time for myself between work, kids, work...you get the picture. I left the back door open and the air from the fan hit the curtains just right and it was like old times. I twisted my head toward the door with Kieren under my arms to catch a glance of the big, brown, bulbous head-but again like all things forever gone from your grasp it was more of a mirage than a reality. I sometimes wonder if the times that your attention is in tune with their memory if those are the times they are around us or thinking of us too and it is their way of still being a part of your life and checking in. I know-sounds crazy but I like to think so. Needless to say my laundry was the only thing waiting at home. Somehow that just wasn't the greeting I had hoped for.