Those who read my blog often find unusual anagrams that connect to something that occurs in real life. Sometimes the telling reveals names or other specific information, all coming from anagramming randomly chosen comic strips text bubbles. The comics shown in the collage below are from those gleaned over the internet on the morning of the 25th.

On the 25th of November, 2009, a beloved friend died. John Crabb, born July 10, 1953, died in the loving arms of his wife of sixteen years. Today would have been their anniversary. Theirs was a love story I hope she will pass on to others some day. The world is a better place because of their being a couple and sharing of themselves. The text which is outlined in red is that which was used for the anagram. The previous post is also connected to this one, with another anagram, the first done since July 10th of this year. This is how the coincidences of the last few days relate to my anagram.

John Crabb once told me he was a mason, so I was glad to hear he died within the walls a masonic facility rather than in a university hospital. Somehow it makes a difference. His wife of 16 years told me today would have been their 16th anniversary. People I had dinner with on Thanksgiving told me today was their 16th anniversary as well. Must have been a good day 16 years ago. Love has many coincidences.

The anagram, done from comics on the morning of the 25th, tells that John, often called by his last name only, would be gone on the 25th. According to his wife, he died at 11:45 PM. She called on the 26th to let us know.

The comics and anagrams do not necessarily go together in this blog, because conversations of sorts come together as part of the collages themselves. The anagrams are only randomly chosen text from within the collages, generally for separate context. Sometimes you can tell I am following a c ertain theme or nexus, either my own or one suggested by the comics themselves. Make of it what you will, the connections are there.

I haven’t done anagrams since July 10th…there is a reason for that, but it isn’t something I can easily explain. Like most everything else, it figures into my anagrams and coincidences. Though I have not done any anagrams since July 10th, I have done a few in the past few days.

I did an anagram from the larger collage I posted on the 22nd. The anagram was interpreted to refer to a friend named Beth Crabb, and her husband, John, who died  Wednesday evening. He had been in OUICU until he was moved a few days or so prior to his death. I asked her about him having a tooth out. She told me there was one out on his left side; it had been damaged when he went through chemo treatments. The tooth connection was my clarifier for this anagram. The comics were from those found the morning of the 22nd, the larger part of the collage is in the post, comics collective consciousness. John Crabb died on Wednesday,  the 25th, about 11:45 PM. John was born on July 10th.

More on this in another post.

Another frozen form planted in the backyard. Albeit a short one, she led a good four years, doing what she wanted whenever she pleased, save for the time her humans kept her in the house when she wanted to go out. The cat was hit and killed by a car today. The road got another one; it’s the usual fate for animals not kept on a leash. She was here before I moved here so keeping her in the house was never easy. I believe cats should be kept as indoor pets for this very reason. If not out they don’t know what they are missing.

The dog will miss her; they played a lot. It’s hard to know if he understood the lifeless form on the grass and her being put into the hole and covered with dirt. It’s done, now. The cat’s name was Scuttlebutt, we called her Scuttle. I didn’t think her death would affect me, but I have felt waves of grief over her today…many tears shed.

A friend came by to take the remaining food and litter to a cat sanctuary, sparing me the temptation to get a replacement cat. I can’t do that anymore.

What do I need a cat for anyhow?The mice have all been killed by traps or by their falling into the dishwater.  Well…I did capture one live little mouse and let it go. Now I just need to let go and know that like dogs, all cats go to Heaven.

Today’s comics collage is a small one:

 How true…

…some are easier to see than others: http://ow.ly/E9OG for CERN photos, according to the tweet. Actually I liked the comic panel from yesterday better. Oh well.