Sunday, June 10, 2007
My--How Time Flies
I was a guest of my Aunt and my Brother, his wife, and their son. We ended up spending most of the day at Dutch Wonderland.
It was fun, as always, to see my Nephew at play, as well as see my Aunt and Brother play as well.
But something odd crept into my mind, something that the quote from a song by James Taylor brought into my head.
You see, five years ago this weekend, my Grandmother passed away. This was something had seen coming as her health was failing. But I was also at some odd level scared of watching her decline. In my opinion, I spent far too little time with her than I should have. Fortunately, my Aunt forgave me of this perceived infraction.
But there was also an odd decision made by my family that day. Since my Grandma passed away on a Saturday, we couldn't prepare the body until Monday. My parents decided to have one of my sisters stay with my Aunt and her twin would travel with me; we would leave Monday.
That Sunday, I can honestly say that nothing happened, save for us watching an auto race and going to get gas.
Well that Monday, it came time for my Sister and I to make this journey back to Western PA. For our purpose, we were surprisingly upbeat. We talked a bit of Grandma, and a lot more of a lot of other stuff. My CD player and the radio provided a beat as well.
Tuesday was more about the viewing and those preparations; many of my Dad's friends paid respects, as did a few of my Grandmother's friends who were alive.
The funeral was nice, and was in the church my Grandma had attended while she was living in Northeast Ohio. The priest used what my Aunt and my Father told him to do a good eulogy, and the wake was well-prepared.
Thursday, I returned to my home in Central PA with a surprise message on my machine. A job I had applied for while my Grandma's health was fading was interesting in hiring me. Almost like my Grandma's final wish was granted. ¶ 8:42 AM
The sun shines on this funeral
just the same as on a birth.
I was a guest of my Aunt and my Brother, his wife, and their son. We ended up spending most of the day at Dutch Wonderland.
It was fun, as always, to see my Nephew at play, as well as see my Aunt and Brother play as well.
But something odd crept into my mind, something that the quote from a song by James Taylor brought into my head.
You see, five years ago this weekend, my Grandmother passed away. This was something had seen coming as her health was failing. But I was also at some odd level scared of watching her decline. In my opinion, I spent far too little time with her than I should have. Fortunately, my Aunt forgave me of this perceived infraction.
But there was also an odd decision made by my family that day. Since my Grandma passed away on a Saturday, we couldn't prepare the body until Monday. My parents decided to have one of my sisters stay with my Aunt and her twin would travel with me; we would leave Monday.
That Sunday, I can honestly say that nothing happened, save for us watching an auto race and going to get gas.
Well that Monday, it came time for my Sister and I to make this journey back to Western PA. For our purpose, we were surprisingly upbeat. We talked a bit of Grandma, and a lot more of a lot of other stuff. My CD player and the radio provided a beat as well.
Tuesday was more about the viewing and those preparations; many of my Dad's friends paid respects, as did a few of my Grandmother's friends who were alive.
The funeral was nice, and was in the church my Grandma had attended while she was living in Northeast Ohio. The priest used what my Aunt and my Father told him to do a good eulogy, and the wake was well-prepared.
Thursday, I returned to my home in Central PA with a surprise message on my machine. A job I had applied for while my Grandma's health was fading was interesting in hiring me. Almost like my Grandma's final wish was granted. ¶ 8:42 AM
