At work, I have to use a covered glass for safety purpose. I feel silly, as though I have an adult sippy cup, but you gotta do what you gotta do. So, when I got home, I longed to drink out of glass. It is a whole senses experience - the cool, smooth glass, visual perception of the cool liquid, sound of the ice cubes, and the tingling of carbon dioxide hitting your nose.
I had just poured myself a delicious Diet Coke with Rudy watching the whole process. I turned my back, and heard a glass falling over. I knew it had to have been him, but he was so innocent. I hoped it was just an isolated incident, curiosity about the carbonation.
It turned out that it wasn't a curiosity about carbonation. Rudy was determined to knock over every glass, mug, can, bottle that I drank from, and his target was ME, no one else. He soaked the bed and rug in the middle of the night, poured drinks into my class papers, he was a total disaster. I had to give up glass glasses. And, I had to resort to adult sippy cups.
The other day I reached for my adult sippy cup and it hit me he was gone. I could drink out of glass again. However, I am sitting here with my sippy cup and tears in my eyes. Nazdravi, Rudy
It's the little things that make loss so hard to bear. Looks like Rudy wanted to explore everything that you had been drinking from - that's such a lovely memory. Bittersweet.
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