January 16th is Brian's birthday. Brian my little brother 18 months younger was killed on Vashon Island when he was 11. I told the story before. My kitty went missing on his birthday. Pauly. a Hemingway Cat. The next day, I found her, dead. I heard cats in my head for a day. Not only her quiet mew, but my other cats, who have made the passage from this world through the veil. The veil was thin that day, It seemed like a portal had sucked her up and spit her out where I could see her the place where I didn't see her the day before. And all death is merged with these tears. This heart spasms and chokes letting the world's grief show me where I still can find her. Where she remains a part of me.
