I'm finding it slow to get back into a normal routine after the emotional drain and business of last week's funeral. My mind keeps going back to the family that has lost a loved one and to my own daughter who lost a dear friend. Once again I am struck by the fact that life must go on and life does go on. The body is laid to rest, family and friends gather for a meal and some memories, everyone goes home, goes to bed, gets up the next morning and for most of us it's back to our normal routine...whatever is the next thing on the calendar or our to-do list. It's sad in a way and hard to think that when our time comes the same thing will take place. People move on and pick up any slack we may have left behind, our spot is filled except for perhaps in the hearts of a few dear ones where we may leave a hole for a time. That's the way it should be, but sometimes it just seems strange to think just a short time ago that someone was walking, talking, doing their work, serving the Lord and carrying on conversations with us...now they're just gone...just like that...poof, it's over. I don't mean to sound all depressing, that's not the point and I'm not at all depressed...just being realistic I guess and thinking that life is short and life is precious.
As of today, we are planning a trip to visit our son and daughter in law this Saturday. It will probably be only a day trip as Hubby has things to do and responsibilities to return to. We'll be moving some things down for our son...things he left behind until he had a place of his own to keep them. I'll be taking my rocking chair...I'll have to get a good photo of it before we load it up. It's the chair Hubby bought for me when I was expecting our son. It rocked all my babies to sleep...lots of stories read while we rocked. It is sad for me to part with it, but at the same time a joy as I pass it on to the next generation. My son was the first baby to be rocked in that chair, now he will rock his baby in it. It just seems right.
The sun finally came out...just in time to set. It's been gray and dreary all day.
The "Black Prince" rose bush has blooms again. This is a clipping from my mother in laws bush. Hubby's sisters say the original blooms were so dark they were nearly black - hence the name, but now they have turned a magenta/pink. It almost seems each year they get lighter in color.
I am so pleased with the work I was able to accomplish last week, despite the reasons behind my motivation. This week I've been working on more long term projects and ones that are less physically demanding. I'm looking forward to really digging into them next week. One of you asked what the goals are I have been talking about...there is quite a list and perhaps next week I'll be able to share....that is if you're still interested.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow...I'll be back to tell you all about it.
