Friday, November 11, 2011
In May I wrote a blog about the passing of a beloved Uncle, and sadly, today I write one about the passing of his wife. It's kind of ironic.........I said my goodbyes to him in a little park (I have since learned it is called Fisher's Park) and this morning I took Splash for a walk in town, and we happened by that same park. They were doing a Veteran's Day service there, the park filled with people and the perimeter lined with American lags. My favorite spot held some new flags.....honoring each of the armed forces as well as a POP/MIA flag in addition to some memorial wreaths around the park.
I had plans this evening to meet up with an old friend and do a ghost tour led by my cousin (ghost stories being one of his sidelines.) I had heard from my cousin last night, and he told me his mother was gravely ill and he did not know what kind of mood he would be in this evening, but the tour had already been cancelled once. I met my friend Mary, and she said she had seen a posting by my cousin that his Mother waited until Veteran's Day to join his Dad, we were wondering if the tour would even happen. We got there early, giving us a nice chance for some private time with my cousin. We hugged and exchanged some tears, and I asked if there was anything he needed.......he asked if I would come to the service and would I be pall bearer. How could I refuse? I am so honored to have been asked, but I've never done this before, I am sure I will be a nervous wreck by then!
I am a private person. Not shy, but private. When there is music going, I don't mind being the center of attention, and I will share some things with anybody willing to listen, but when it comes to spiritual things, I prefer being a loner. When Uncle Charlie died, I cried in private and said my goodbyes in private. With Aunt Mabel, I won't have that luxury. I will have to conduct myself appropriately. I usually don't give a rat's rump about what others think, buy my cousin is somewhat of a local celebrity, I certainly don't want to do or say anything that would reflect badly on him.
So. As I often do when something weighs on my mind, I have turned to my keyboard to memorialize my thoughts, stop the churning in my mind and get things in my brain assembled and categorized. Sometimes I feel like the prodigal son (daughter,) as I was away from my home town for over 40 years, now I can't seem to get enough of it. There is something so comforting about walking the familiar streets, re-visiting familiar haunts, re-connecting with the past. Who says you can't go home again?
Rest in Peace, my dear Aunt Mabel. You are being welcomed home by your beloved husband and many siblings including my father, but you will leave a void here on earth in the hearts of those who loved you.