I just found out about
darkwolfie's passing tonight. Martin and I left for DisneyWorld Tuesday morning, my first ever visit to Florida. Both
tashabear and my Mom purposefully waited to tell me until after the trip was over. I am so touched that Diane thought of me and wanted me to enjoy my trip without the sadness of Wolfie's loss to cloud it.
I thought of both Diane and Wolfie while I was at Disney. I stood with Martin holding his hand as we watched the Fireworks show at Epcot and thought, "Diane and Wolfie stood here just like this enjoying all this as much as I am before he went into the hospital. I'm so glad they got to share this together before he got sick."
I fully expected to come home and find out he'd rallied miraculously and was awake, or that he'd at least stabled out and was still hanging on. I had mentioned the idea of coming back to Connecticut for services if, God Forbid, things didn't work out, but I was thinking that would be months out, and hopefully not at all.
I called my Mom at the start of the ride home to tell her all about Mickey's Merry Christmas Party. She let me ramble on and at a break in the conversation asked me if I'd been able to read Facebook at all. I told her no, that I was only able to post from my phone, not read, and she told me the news.
I had 4 hours in the car to think about things on the drive home. I thought about Diane and Wolfie's wedding and how honored I felt to be there. They had a Viking wedding with period costumes and ceremony and I remember thinking how cool it was when they exchanged swords with each other. My mind then meandered to the thought, "I wonder if Wolfie is going to have a viking funeral?"
As I saw a flaming pyre on the deck of a viking ship slipping into dark waters in my minds eye, my conscience said, "That is so irreverent!" However, thinking about it now, I know if Wolfie were here and I'd shared the idea with him, he would have found it cool and we'd probably script it all out and make numerous jokes and have a great time talking about it.
That is how I will always remember Wolfie, a hearty laugh, a rib cracking hug, and an infectious smile. I'm going to miss his hat and the bald top of his head and the long red pony tail behind. I won't ever be able to drink Southern Comfort without thinking of him.
Life moves so fast. Three years went by in the blink of an eye and then I was filled with happiness and surprise to find Diane and Wolfie at my Graduation party! I never thought that'd be the last time I'd see him.
Somehow, with the two losses in my extended family of friends back home, it seems fitting that Rama and Wolfie would go together. I can think of no better soul to meet Wolfie in his journey than
bearknight and
kgraleopard's puppy girl Rama. It's hard for me to really believe that either of them are gone from this world, but knowing that the two of them are chilling out together watching over the rest of us gives me a sense of peace and comfort.