My weekend has finally arrived after a long, hard week at work. I have a ton of stuff to do at home. My friend’s wife did pass away on Friday, June 6, 2025 after battling breast cancer for four years. I am firm in my decision to have families adopt my three one year old cats – it’s just to much for me.

I’m not going to rant and rave about work. As said before – it stays there. Every day I pulled my headphones out at 11pm (when the store closes), put on my music, just got the job done and left for the day. There were a couple of issues I brought up yet I know nothing will be done about them. So be it.

I have not spoken to my friend at all since his wife’s death. He knows how to get ahold of me and lives just down the street. I’m giving him and his step son space and time to grieve. This situation just brought up memories of how I learned about my father’s death.

It was a Monday and I went to my father’s house for dinner. Mom answered the door (which is odd because she never answered the door). We went to the family room. I said, “Where’s Dad?” She proceeded to tell me he wasn’t coming instead he died in the hospital over the weekend from Cirrhosis of the liver. She then proceeded to tell me (in graphic detail) how she found him upstairs unresponsive, how the paramedics left all their garbage thrown around the room and how she decided to take my father off life support. My next question was, “Have you told Karen (my sister)?”. She said she had called no one. I was in complete shock!

I ended up moving back in with Mom because she was handclapped and confined to the lower floor of the house. We were like oil and water – we both drank and we argued with each other constantly. We sold the house and moved into an apartment together. I lived with her for four and a half years until Thanksgiving 2005 when my sister and her decided to abandon me moving Mom down to San Diego and leaving me in a two bedroom apartment alone. I was literally on the street homeless a month later.

I honestly didn’t know taking care of five cats was going to be so much work. Not to mention the financial burden that keeps draining my bank account. I have made a firm decision to have them adopted out to families who want them. First I have to get them to their 1yr appointment, then get them neutered. I was thinking of keeping Garfield but I have decided it would be best for all the kids to go to good homes. I’ll just keep Mom (LittleOne) and Dad (BigBoy). I will be heartbroken when homes are found but I will have a since of relief, sadly. All the chaos happening right now will come to an end!

It was suggested to me to attend a meeting or two a week. There is a story behind this too so I’ll be short. I went to one meeting and not one person recognize me, came up to me and said, “We haven’t seen you in a while, is everything okay?” Even my old Sponsor was there. There was absolutely no contact. I went to two other meetings and again no one remembered who I was but I remembered them. Did I go up to them, no. I just wanted to listen. After this experience, I may try online meetings. That is another whole issue for me but it was suggested just to listen. Might even do that tonight and tomorrow.

I’m just glad my weekend is here. I can leave work shite behind me until Wednesday. There is plenty of more crap I need to do around my apartment and in my life. So I’ll be quite busy from the time I wake up to the time I go to bed.

Hope everyone was a wonderful week!
MK