the unexpected

As a person who uses worry to help deal with stress (by preparing for every possible negative outcome don'tcha know), it never ceases to amaze me that, no matter how much I prepare, the actual outcome is never exactly like any expected scenario.

The surgery is over. My mother did well. She now begins the journey of recovery peppered by a different (and with hope, temporary) kind of pain.

But today, as I was on my way home from one of my hospital visits, our dog, Twister, passed away during an epileptic seizure. He has suffered them since around 18 months of age (he was four).

He will be missed.