Please bear with me as I think, this year, I may try to get some memories out of my brain and down on this blog.
Thirteen years ago, life was VERY interesting. What I share here, you will think is a big fat lie, but I promise, this is just as it was. You can check with the Warden. We lived, at a time of death in our family, surrounded by death.
After residing in the home for a number of months, in about March of '98 (when #3 was about six months old), we had gotten word that the Warden's grandmother had a brain tumor. The Warden's mother went to Pocatello, Idaho, to take care of her. We were awaiting a phone call any minute that would inform us of her passing.
My mom, during this same time, had been diagnosed with colon and bone cancer, and we were packing our kids into the car twice a week to help take care of her in Portland (an hour away).
Let's just say that, whenever the phone rang, we jumped.
About a half hour later, the doorbell rang. It was an exterminator who came around every few months. I greeted him and sent him off to his work around the perimeter of the house. I know what you're thinking--"Don't go out there! Get back in your truck and DRIVE AWAY!"
After only a few minutes, he returned to the door and explained to me that there was a deer carcass right out at the back of the house next to the pool. He wasn't allowed to touch it or go near it, so before he could finish his work, I'd have to take care of it.
Do I have to say that at this point I was pretty freaked out? No? I didn't think so.
Well, the deer stayed there for a few more days--so much for my brave knight. We had called the county and every other agency we could think of but no one was willing to do anything for us. Since it was on private property, it was our job. Ick! We were both freaked out about having to take care of a dead thing; I mean, a vole is one thing, a DEER, however, is a completely different story. We're city folk, what can we say? But, eventually, the Warden got his nerve up and got out there and did the deed My hero! I would say, though, that that experience would rank right up there being one of the grossest things he's ever had to do.
The next day, there was another deer carcass found on the gravel road just below the house.
I have often looked back and wondered why. Why when we were facing death so imminently, did it seem to surround us on all sides? There was no avoiding it. We have never had any experience like this since, thankfully. I will add, however, that the cat's gifts, as I recall, seemed to be a bit more sporadic after this, but they didn't fully stop until the day we moved.
In July of '98, we moved to the home we live in now. Our move had nothing to do with getting away from the omens of death. At the time they were happening, I was so engrossed in concern for my parents and the Warden's grandmother, that I don't think I fully appreciated the weirdness of what was going on until it was over.
Thanks to the Warden's parents, we were able to be closer to my parents to help with my mom's care. Something I will always be grateful for. That will be a post for another day.
There's your story for the day, boys and girls. Admit it....you were scared. Weren't you?