I have a magnet on my refrigerator door that says: Cats leave paw prints on your heart.
And they do. You remember your pets fondly… and often.
I remember one woman, often, and fondly, even though she was an enigma to me.
We met at the psych ward and spent some time, every day, together. I met her husband, son, and mother in law… whom I knew from work: she was an acoustic engineer advising me when I was the architect for acoustic practice rooms for the Hungarian Academy of Music.
My friend was in the psych board because she could not sleep. I was there because I didn’t want to live. Continue reading “Cats leave paw prints on your heart…”
