{ Day 23 } Rommie’s Tricks to Scare Away the Grief Monster – LICK!

Rommie always enjoyed licking a Frosty Paw. She knew what it meant when I opened the freezer door. She would sit and look up at me with her tail wagging a mile a minute. Peanut Butter was her favorite flavor but she would not turn down vanilla. She tapped danced more when she smelled the peanut butter.

Our first fosters were sisters C & L, who are probably up there in heaven with Rommie and Joe. We had them 7 months before we found an adopter who wanted a pair. One hot summer night I gave the Frosty Paws to all 3 girls and C & L just looked at me as if to say

“What do we do with this?”

Leave it to Rommie to show them they lick the ice cream. Once C & L saw how to eat it, they joined in and all 3 joyously licked their chops afterwards.


Lick Is An Attitude

Lick is not just something you do with a Frosty Paw, it is also an attitude. One Rommie had when she played tennis ball tug-o-war.

“I’m gonna lick you Grandpa Q at tug-o-war!”

She was one determined golden.

Determined to lick grief is what you must be in order to get through it. Shake your fist at the Grief Monster and let him know that as God as your witness and helper, he will not keep you stuck in the muck. He will get the best of you in the beginning but you will lick him at his own game in the end.

Quote Meditation

Life is like an ice-cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.

Charles M. Schulz

10-10-2011_3by5Michele Kearns is the founder and HUG© (Hope Unites Globally) Award-Winner of JoyReturns. She encourages widows and educates society about grief and life as a widow by sharing her widowhood adventures. A graduate of Kent State University with a degree in communications, she has used her skills in the banking, collections, outdoor products and social media industries. Michele is a bookworm, lover of golden retrievers and an amateur photographer. You can see more of photography at, where she is running the series 31 Days of Autumn in Ohio – because running a 31 Day series on one blog is not enough insanity.

3 thoughts on “{ Day 23 } Rommie’s Tricks to Scare Away the Grief Monster – LICK!”

  1. This reminds me of a story told by a friend who had been an LDS missionary. May I?

    Two LDS missionaries in West Virginia went, in the late afternoon, to the house of a man who was famed to be a recluse. To their surprise, he invited them in, and asked that they stay to dinner. His Catahoula welcomed them as well.

    “The one thang,” said the man, “my dawg’ll be thar et dinnuh too. He lahks ta watch th’ proceedins.”

    When the missionaries agreed, he went to the kitchen and prepared a perfectly delicious meal, served on spotless china. The Catahoula sat in the corner, a smiling statue, life belied onlyu by the occasional wag of his tail.

    When dinner was served, one of the missionaries asked, “How on earth do get the dishes this clean?”

    “Cold water,” said the man. Conversation wasn’t a part of Appalachian dining ambience, so the missionaries tucked in to their unexpectedly delicious repast.

    When their host was finished, he stretched, and beckoned to the dog, holding out his plate. “C’mon here, clean it up, Coldwater!”

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