To those of you who know me well, you'll know that I love animals and have always loved them to my core. I grew up with cats and transitioned to dogs since I have lived in Israel.
There is not an animal I had that when he or she died, the feeling of deep loss did not permeate my soul and leave me both better understanding how limited our time is in this world, and how very extraordinary it can and should be.
The loss of Forrest, however, has hit me in a way that I still don't fully understand or comprehend. Maybe it's my advanced age, maybe it's the uniqueness of who she was, and maybe it's just mental and hormonal changes we go through as we age and have to deal with loss. I miss my friend. It's that fucking simple.
Though this has been an up and down summer as we have not been able to go back to the states, we have explored areas here and I have completed projects that I promised I would do if I just had the time. Writing my book on Forrest was my main project and it is done. Here is the link if you are interested in reading this book and seeing the images that I included: LINK PRESS HERE
We have spent a good deal of time in the Golan this summer as well. Time in Odem was amazing, to say the least. The upper altitude means it's much cooler. But prices to stay in these places are beyond my means. I rent my place in Vermont for $115 a night. It's a HOUSE and people still complain that it's too much (man, Americans are really spoiled). Here, these tiny rental rooms start out at about $250 a night and that's cheap. I miss my Vermont and I miss simple things like fresh spring water that I can bring back to the house or onions from a fruit stand up the street (which is what the following image is all about):
So what more can I say? Letters To Forrest is the best work I have ever done and I only hope that in twenty years, my granddaughters will take a few moments to read about her and remember the times we all had. They were such good times and when they were not, Forrest made them seem like they were.