It was great to have Mimi, Tim, Eleanor and Josh with Bern and me for Thanksgiving! They are almost all I need....
I also, because of Thanksgiving and the Sunday schedule at Trinity and that Wed. Bible Study is cancelled for Dec.--I have almost two weeks without work. That's almost all I need....
But according to the stats of my Blog, Under the Castor Oil Tree, I only need a bit over 3000 more views to reach half-a-million total views.
That's all I need....
His name was Tom.
He was a very successful man. He and his wife lived in NYC and Long Island until they moved to Milton, for goodness sake.
He was 90 when he died.
His son did the Eulogy and made me wish I had known him.
His wife sang a song she wrote for him.
His daughters read scripture.
There was no communion.
He was buried in a grave yard I never knew existed about five minutes from the church.
The area around the grave yard reminded me of my home in Southern West Virginia--so rural, so barren.
I was amazed by it all.
They gave a good donation to the church.
All in all, an interesting day.
It's only a few days away....
Mimi, Tim and Eleanor are coming Wednesday and Josh early Thursday.
John usually comes but he's in a medical center with a broken back.
It will be good to be with them and to eat too much.
Hard to imagine I worked in Higganum for several years.
I couldn't find my way there and came home for Bern to give me directions.
Even those weren't great--so, I was a couple of minutes late for the service.
The alb didn't fit at all--much to big.
I was a nightmare.
But I got through it well
Lots of folk there I knew but had forgotten their names.
Faces, I am good at--not names.
Talked to Mejol, my favorite cousin a couple of hours ago. She's 5 years older than me--and she said the same: Faces not Names.
Getting old is not fun....
I have a funeral tomorrow of an old friend and one on Tuesday of someone I've never met.
I will begin both with this from a classmate in college that she wrote for a man she loved who died in Vietnam.
When people die
It's like a bird flying into a window on the coldest morning
of the year.
When people die
It's like the bears are out of the zoo and
eating children on the street.
When people die
It's like a maniac is in the power station and the
lights go on and off and on
off and on and
off.
When people die.
I think you'll agree.....
Bern and I have two children--Mimi and Josh--and four grandchildren--Emma, Tegan and Chris Bradley and Eleanor McCarthy.
I worry more about them than Bern and I. We are in our 70's and not long for this world. But they have decades to live.
What the new government will mean to them is beyond my expectations.
I long for them to live in the nation I've always lived it.
But I don't know if that will happen.
I pray so....
My right thumb and shoulder hurt from time to time.
The heels of my feet sometime brother me at night.
My knees aren't what they used to be and hurt a bit.
But what hurts is my heart....
My oldest friend is going into a nursing home in Hamden.
I worry about my children and grandchildren.
I hurt about our country and what the next four years will bring.
And I'm 77 and worry about how much time I have left....
Hurt can point us to what matters.
Really.
Try it....
