Where does time go? Would I find it if I looked under the sofa where I sat reading this morning? Maybe it’s on top of my laptop, closed after I finished paying my bills online. Perhaps I’ll find it if I look down the drain, after I run the garbage disposal to rid it of the remains of dinner. Better yet, maybe I should look beneath the car I used to help me purchase groceries. I think I’ll take a look under this seat cushion; maybe it’s there. If you find it, would you let me know? Once again, I let it escape me.
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We all have choices in life and for the most part, how we spend our days and ultimately, our lives, is directly dependent upon the choices we make. So…today, instead of of counting my bills (oh, I will -just not right this minute), I’m going to count my blessings. I don’t want to think of how negativity might spoil my chances of having an absolutely brilliant day! So, here is today’s Top 10 Reasons why I’m a happy crab:)
- a kitchen with windows that don’t open – but do let in the beautiful sunlight!
- a laundry room – I don’t have to listen to the whirrrrrrrr of the washer and dryer
- a washer and dryer! – no, my clothes don’t smell as wonderful as they did when I dried them in the sun at my parents’ home. Then again, I don’t have to plan my wash days around the weather, either!
- a cluttered kitchen – cluttered because we have lots of food, a composter, and modcons like a microwave and a coffee maker
- lots of sheets to wash – they come with the pre-requisite bed
- dirt-y wooden floors – because beautiful, bountiful gardens will cost you something!
- cauliflower ears – because I have 4 sisters, a fabulous mother, an equally fabulous mother-in-law and wonderful friends. I talk to as many of them as I possibly can, as often as I can.
- tired feet – because I have a job.
- a tired, happy heart - because the list goes on and on.
Categories: life
Tagged: good things, life
Well, I’m back from Idaho and home again in my own little corner. And as happy as I am to be home, I’m saddened because I’ve left someone dear to me in her own little corner. A corner that is not as complete as mine.
What a mix of bitter and sweet is the cup of Life. And we all take our turn.
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I seem to find myself driven to write only when something of definite and lasting import occurs. The death of a friend aboard Swissair 111, my graduation recital (not sure how lasting THAT was!), meeting and marrying my husband, and now, the death of my brother-in-law, Rudy. And so here I am, journaling again.
Rudy was not just my sister’s husband. He was an integral and loved part of our family. As my husband remarked to me earlier this week, the folks who marry into our family aren’t considered in-laws. We (parents and siblings) view them as part of our Family. There isn’t a distinction between who is Family and who is not.
The questions raised by the death of someone for whom you care deeply are doozies. Concepts and ideas once conveniently considered unimportant or irrelevant suddenly show up at your door and rudely lean on the doorbell. Unfortunately, they’re usually messy questions with no easy answers. (I’m sure that’s why they were tagged as “irrelevant” or”unimportant” before.) Wondering whether or not someone will recognize and care (read: love) about you in heaven suddenly becomes more important than world peace.
It doesn’t help that the very Bible upon which I’ve staked my life tells me there will be no giving in marriage in heaven. That’s of little comfort since most of my life has been spent either waiting for Prince Charming or enjoying the charmed life I’ve led since finding him. How can Heaven be, well, heavenly if the life with the man of my dreams will be but a dream? That doesn’t sit well with me. Or my sister.
Her husband’s death was related to a trucking accident he had 10 years ago and the resulting brain damage. Yes, she finds comfort in knowing he know longer shakes or has trouble finding the right words. Yes, we’re happy to know he will never again need help to walk from the couch to the table and he’ll never fall again. But so what. Where does that leave her? And where does it leave that third member of their marriage, that mystical third person existing in every marriage, the ”us” formed by the uniting of two separate lives into one?
Categories: death · family · funerals · life
Tagged: death, heaven, life, marriage, questions, writing
