Life Goes On
Yesterday was a poignant day. My grandmother’s funeral service at Woodlawn Cemetery was well attended as friends and family gathered to say goodbye. Afterward there was a dinner at church and many joined us there. Many memories were exchanged and teary eyes were not uncommon. Gramma had expressed her wishes for a simple affair without much fuss and I think that we achieved that. The day was more like a family gathering with a potluck dinner to finish things up.
Last evening found us at Bonefish Grill with a large table of family members. In memory of two summers ago with Gramma in New Hampshire we all hoisted a margarita. Why a margarita, you might ask? That summer, two years ago, my grandmother had declared that our journeys around the state of New Hampshire were, in part, a quest to discover the best margarita. She pronounced the libation we sipped in the veranda of a quaint inn on Newfound Lake to be the best. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon while we were on our weekly drive to visit a location of note in Gramma’s memories. Of course, in doing so we created another pleasant memory.
Kathy and I fly back to Rochester, NY this afternoon. TarTar is waiting there for us and, of course, the remainder of our RV adventure. We are uncertain as to the length of time we will need to stay in New York, nor exactly where we might go when we leave there. But, isn’t that what makes it an adventure?
The memories of those we love and the honoring of their wishes is fulfillment with contentment. The adventure of life is in seeing each day that way. What will happen, what is next. It matters not because we wake each day thankful for waking, thankful for our lives and wives, who understand us second only to God.
ReplyDeleteThrough much trials my wife and I have come in 37 years, including total/complete financial ruination 2 years ago. I questioned myself, why couldn't I stop it, change it, direct it? Being almost 60 now, and without work for 2 years until March of this year, I learned to live w/o. Not the first time for sure, but this time - profound- During this time of depression, God drilled in me to let go and I did and I do. It is a struggle in the flesh, I'm human on so many levels. I have learned to give it up again and just live now, no matter the results, God is still there, and knowing that Christ paid for my ugliness 2000 years ago, provides great comfort daily as I continue my adventure of life--