Loss And A Broken Heart , My Miss Kitty - 2

     I have always been a big introvert and I never made friends easily . I sometimes must have appeared a little "creepy" in that I would show that I was interested but rarely 

followed through to start a conversation , with anyone . I guess I became comfortable in my personal solitiude and adjusted to the fact that I never had someone to share inner

thoughts and possibly never would . 

   My encounter with GI Disease pretty much cemented the facts as they were and set my solitude in stone . Who would accept this new fact of my life . I must say there was

a lot of feeling sorry for myself and quite a bit of bitterness . My large loving family picked up the slack and welcomed me when I traveled and visited the many places where 

my family had set down roots . I would spend summers on Long Island with my Brother and his family . Living on the water he has a boat so my visits were always filled with barbecues 

days swimming in the warm Long Island Sound . Fire Island is just across the Bay and fills with College students and parties every summer . The beaches are clean , the water is warm and 

the people inviting . My other home away from home was Washington DC , Alexandria , just outside DC actually . My Siater lives in a Frank Lloyd Wright inspired subdivision with low profile 

lovely houses which look as if they sprouted from the forest floor like so many square edged mushrooms . A winter Wonderland when there is a heavy fall of snow. I enjoyed the photo ops afforded 

by a four foot snowdrift  before invaders leave footprints and snowblower scars in the pure white landscape . Photography can be a lonely persuit because the beauty seen by the lens is not readily

apparent to the casual observer . A blade of grass with ice crystals forming as one observes it is a magical vision . A colorful Daffodil blossom emerging from a snowpile is a thing of beauty . 

Photography , especially of Nature is the perfect hobby for an introvert and it still is for me . 

     I moved to California  in the early 80's and lived there until the late 90's when my Dad passed away in Ireland . I moved to Ireland at this time without knowing when I would return .

My Mom , in her 80's wished to stay in our small family home  until her last days and to facilitate this I decided to stay and live with Mom . All the people I had known as a child had flown the nest

to inhabit  the farthest reaches of the globe . Most Irish kids would eventually move to the US , Australia or England in the old days , not so much in our modern world .

    While living in Ireland I never socialized very much and really had no close friends . I guess I knew I would eventually leave again and would not have anyone to leave behind . I am comfortable

with my oen company so this was not really a difficult existence for me and my Mom was a lovely sweet lady  and a pleasure to be with so I was quite content while I lived in Ireland .  I  never

practiced photography as a profession but the opportunities in Ireland are endless for observing nature in all it's glory . 

    A woman like my lovely Kitty had always been my dream but I never expected this dream to ever come true , not in my wildest dreams .