Life Returns

It is a time of death and resurrection 

here at Castillo Di La Filthie

It’s been a couple days now since Pop passed over the Great Divide. All is well here, or as good as it can be. Mom is being Mom, and I am still an arsehole. A mere death in the family will not alter the fundamental universal inviolate constants in our family dynamics. Nothing will change just because Pop is gone. My Maker demands forgiveness, grace and love for my Mom…and all I have is Tourette’s, road rage and gas. I’ll have to improvise.

😂💨

Spring is trying to start up here, it won’t be long now at all. Ridiculous Canada geese sit atop my house - glurting, honking and taunting and daring me and my 12 bore. They’ll be having little ones soon. The snow and ice will start to melt and the water will run. The niglet pup will be covered in mud and slush and tracking it into the house. Easter is upon the church folk, a time of rebirth. Life, for me, for now, resumes. It’s beautiful but it takes hard work for me to see it right now.

It was a fine time of year for Dad to leave, but I fear a part of my soul might have gone with him when he left. I am so tired right now. To those of you that left your condolences - on behalf of me, Mom and Dad - thank you so much. It means the world.

Much love in return to you and yours. Have a blessed Easter and hold your loved ones close.

Normal foolishness to resume soon - you’ve been warned. For those of you that have reached out by email…I’ll be back at ya soon. I just turned off the phone, the computer and the world for a spell and dealt with business. It’s been a tough couple of days. But - I'm good to go now. Thanks for waiting for me.

Cheers, 

Filthie