It’s that time of year again for me.
I think it’s kind of common that when you get to a point in a life, you have some balance, and then the balance tips the other way.
I miss and honor those who are no longer with me at Thanksgiving.
It’s not really a fair statement, as I miss them every day. I include them in my prayers daily.Perhaps if things were different, the melancholia that settles over me like a fog could be shaken off.But it doesn’t. I strive to savor those with me, have loving thoughts for those separated from me by distance, and prayers for those who are having a heavenly holiday.
There was a time when grandparents were still around, and aunts and uncles and parents and cousins and, in short, a full table.
We are working in the doldrums of late spring,early summer.To accompany that, we have had a stretch of rainy, foggy, weather.
As Father’s day approaches, making me miss my Dad even more than I humanly thought possible, there are more deaths in our expanded family. One of the few cousins left on my Mom’s side has passed away, and tomorrow is the funeral. When you stop and think about the passing of the old guard, you realize that we are now on the cusp of becoming the old guard ourselves.
The key is to keep your faith, your body and your mind in balance.I really believe it to be the way to lift the fog off the heart.
It’s been a quiet Sunday, which is good, I guess.
We went to Mass this morning and walked a foggy beach afterward. As it’s St. Patrick’s weekend, there were more people on the beach than we are used to. I guess it’s going to mark the start of the season, sort of. We walked a nice clip, so that was good.
Now the sun is out full steam, which is a shame, because I have some household chores which have to get done. I am going to try to get them done quickly, get the girls out for a nice walk and get ready to face another week.