Love Story... Today as I awoke early to deliver a sympathy arrangement, I was up bright and early and was trying to make my way out the door to get where I was going. In a bit of a rush as I dried my hair and got dressed I made my way from my home 1 block away to the store. Making the arrangement, I always think about the deceased and the life they led, what happened, old age? illness? and accident? my mind just wanders with the possibilities as I work on the arrangement. This particular arrangement had to go to St. Peters Luthern Church in St. Johns. I couldnt quite place where it was even though I grew up in St. Johns. I googled it and found that it was out in the country on Church Rd. As always I got a little twinge of anxiety because I wanted to make sure I got it there on time before people came to pay respects for the service. I loaded it in my truck and off I went. As I was driving I began to feel less anxiety and more happiness. I was on the back roads, and as I turned onto the dirt road I slowed my truck down and rolled down my window to enjoy a little fresh air as I drove singing along to the music on the radio. Miranda Lambert was being interviewed about her new song, automatic which I had an instant liking to when I first heard it some months back. I love the simple things in life, and country living is about as simple as it gets. I admired the beautiful farm homes along the way, with a few new builds sprinkled in among them. As I pulled into the church, there were a handful of cars in the parking lot, in the middle of nowhere stood a church with a school that teaches 70 children,(I read that part on the internet this morning when I was looking for my destination) and I couldnt help but think to myself how lucky these folks are to have this way out here in the country. Someone was playing the organ practicing when I walked in to set the flower on the alter... it was music to my ears. I grew up on a farm and my folks still live in the house I grew up in... although things have changed a bit in our neck of the woods there are things that trigger a childhood memory. Those things are imbedded in me, the organ reminded me of waking up to church music when I was a kid because on the corner adjacent to my parents was a small country church. Across the street is Bingham cemetery. Many Many times I have seen funerals at that cemetery... there are people I once knew or are family members of my friends buried there. In some ways it still brings a sense of calming to me when I sit on my parents deck and look over there. I couldnt think of a more lovely morning to gather with people to pay respects to a loved one and to celebrate someones life. I hope that her family finds comfort in the sunshine, the organ playing, the warmth of friends and family together. When I finish my day up I will be gathering with my own family, we have a graduate this year, and his open house is today. There is something about a family gathering that makes you feel like you are home. Happy Saturday everyone... Congratulations to all the graduates this week end, I hope you see how bright the future is and work to your fullest potential. Theres a good deal of work to be done to make the world a better place and you can be part of the solutions.
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 15:46:58 +0000
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