She spoiled you.
Those were the words my grandmother laughingly threw at me as I hobbled my way back down the stairs with what was left of my iced coffee a few minutes ago, and you know something awful? She was right.
Having Angel here for 6-months did spoil me. I think it spoiled all of us.
It spoiled the family for things like family dinners.
I have so many pictures and silly videos of things Angel and I made, that we would then sit together and eat as a family in the dining room. Something we’d stopped doing regularly a long time ago.
It spoiled the family for things like card games, Monopoly, Farkle, Jenga.
Most nights after our family dinners we’d play something. Whether that something was cards or Monopoly, one night we played Sorry, Farkle, Jenga, we also got Monopoly for the Switch. It was a lot of fun. The videos I have of us all laughing together are so precious to me.
It spoiled the dog, Bear.
Period. It spoiled him, period. He’s always been a spoiled Boof but, with Angel here, he became moreso. We allowed him to sleep downstairs with us in our bed, and we’d buy him toys and things when we found them (like his penguin, witch bat that we got at Goodwill.)
It spoiled the sugar gliders, Gideon and Pibblet.
Now I’m the only one who goes to the cage every day, feeds them yogi’s and does the silly little “butts butts butts” routine with them.
It spoiled me for simple things like playing video games on my own. For those of you who knew me before, you’d know that my mother was very into video games. I grew up playing every Legend of Zelda as they came out, every Super Mario Brothers, Mario Kart, Rabbids, and some of our absolute favorites over the years Help Wanted, Champions of Norrath, and the ever classic Gauntlet Dark Legacy.
I don’t want to play games by myself anymore.
I tried playing Breath of the Wild yesterday, and all I could think about was the way she lit up when I was first trying to teach her about the game, cooking especially.
It spoiled me for cooking in general (Don’t even get me started on baking.)
Before Angel got here, I didn’t cook with anyone else aside from when I was helping mom in the kitchen. I didn’t like having anyone else in the kitchen with me. They either got in my way, rushed me, or found a way to stress me out but, the two of us never seemed to have that problem.
The two of us worked in tandem, and now when I’m making something in the kitchen, I can’t help but wish she were here to help me, or talk to, or taste things and tell me what she thinks they need. (Oregano? Garlic? Parsley? Sugar? -or maybe mustard like the pizza sauce)
Even something as mundane and ridiculous as driving somewhere (like all of the doctor’s appointments I’ve had this week- can I just say that I hate doctors? My orthopedic surgeon appointment on the 15th, and then I had an allergy appointment on the 16th, and now I’ll have an MRI on October 6th, to try to get my foot sorted out!)- has me thinking I’ve been spoiled there too.
I never realized just how much I valued having her there with me in the car no matter where we were going. All of those times we were going somewhere and singing along to Spotify, or all of our long-drive talks, those are some of the things I miss the most.
If I’m 100% honest with you, there are so many things I miss about her, and having her here. I don’t even think I could write them all down if I tried. My only regrets are that the two of us didn’t take more pictures or videos.
So, even if you see me smiling, or you hear me saying that I’m happy she finally made it back home… it’s not what it looks like.
I miss her, and that isn’t going to change.
-Sky
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