(For some reason, I skipped writing on 5/21. I think I was too tired.)
Okay, now that I got that out of my system…I got hit with hard news over Facebook that my brother had to put one of his beloved dogs down. It was, quite simply, unsettling. Losing your furry best friend is hard to do, especially when you’re the one making the decision to do so. All of the postings from Jay and Kelly just broke my heart. But what can I do 3,000+ miles away but offer some kind words and hope that they creep in a bit? Losing dogs are tough, but seeing them suffer, no matter how much they “smile”, is even harder. So I say, rest in peace, Bella, and go run around with J.R. and Bubba.
Across the pond, we had a wonderful day, besides the fact that I slept until 8:30 (unheard of for me). I needed it, I guess. I had the most thrilling experience in Westminster Abbey (even though I couldn’t take a fucking picture in there to save my life). It was absolutely breathtaking and I only wished my mom could’ve been there to experience it as well. So much history. So many tombs. So many thoughts and remembrances of watching the wedding of Kate and Will in the wee hours of the morning.
Even though I’m not a practicing Catholic (although raised as one), I decided to light a candle and write a prayer for my family that they would see better days ahead. Don’t get me wrong – this trip, so far, has been an absolutely wonderful experience. But my family – both sides – have been through some awful shit since the new year rang in. To all of my family members, both gone and those not ready to move on – I’m grateful for all of you.
Back to the trip, I guess. So, Westminster was phenomenal. We did a lot of walking today including to and fro on the Tower Bridge (aka London Bridge). Just realized earlier that my phone can count miles walked. Have to do that tomorrow. We had a superb lunch at Northall. Fan-fucking-tastic. After (or was it before?). we crossed back over…and now I forget what I was going to say. Oh, piss it.