It was as high and low as one can get. This morning, I woke up early and got ready before Emmie awoke because I needed to take her over to my brother's. So that I could attend a funeral.
I've written before about an elderly couple I've been friends with since I was a teenager. I've always called them 'Grandma' and 'Grandpa'. Sadly, the gentleman passed away last week. I have been quietly mourning for days. Even though my friend lived a good, long life, the world is a little bit less bright without him in it. He was the kindest, humblest, sweetest man I've ever known. He loved God and reading and singing. When we would go out to lunch, the three of us, he would always take our hands when we received the food. He would bow his head and say grace. His hands were large and strong, but they shook uncontrollably. It was hard for him to eat with utensils. But he never let that, or anything else, stop him from enjoying every moment of life.
Now he's gone. His service was more beautiful than any one I've ever attended. He was a member of his church choir for over 75 years - can you imagine? They sang beautifully from the balcony, their voices and the chimes from the organ lifting up to heaven to serenade him. His son read Jane Kenyon's poem "Let Evening Come", and I don't think I was the only one brought to tears. My Grandma, his longtime companion, walked at the front of his casket, arm in arm with one of his daughters. At the cemetery, two soldiers from the U.S. Army saluted his grave, played "Taps" on the trumpet, and presented the folded American flag to his daughter. It was supposed to rain all day, but the sky turned radiant and steady during the burial. I hugged my Grandma and some of the family, said my goodbyes, and walked to my car alone, knowing that my life was blessed for having my Grandpa in it.
I picked up Emmie afterwards. She had a great time with my brother and mom. They love her so much, it swells my heart to see it. They both wished me Happy Birthday again, and I took Emmie home to put her down for her nap.
When Bruce got home, he and Emmie gave me a birthday card and two very thoughtful gifts - an art print I've been wanting and a membership to the local PBS station. The donation came with a DVD, and Bruce picked just the right one. It truly makes him happy to give to others. How did I get so lucky?
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Then we made dinner together - chicken shawarma on a pita with hummus and a side of yellow basmati rice. It was amazing! The best part was, we were so proud that we made it ourselves. Emmie liked it, too.
Now Emmie's asleep, and Bruce and I are sitting on the couch, eating ice cream and watching the Cubs - so far they're winning! In the past we would go out to dinner, or the bar, or a show, but spending the evening at home suits me perfectly.
It's been quite a birthday. My friend's passing has made it all the more clear that life isn't about what's fancy or expensive or flashy. It's about sharing time with loved ones while you can and never losing sight of your blessings.
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