December 7, 2011 Step One
I know. It has been quite awhile. It isn't that life doesn't continue happening but I seem to have a hard time documenting. But I'm on the journey to K so I will be dropping by a bit more often.
I am now in my 62nd year on this earth and each year has been a true marvel to me. Each year is new hellos and sad goodbyes. Each year is a new discovery about me. Sometimes good, sometimes quite uncomfortable. I'm learning more about myself. Who knew that at 62 I'd still have discoveries of self to uncover.
Today was the funeral for a beloved aunt. The world called her Reba. In the family she was Peg. A name bestowed on her at birth by her father when he saw her red hair. A name for the lady who shined. Aunt Peg had 6 children. She buried her husband and her oldest son. Today she laid down beside them but I suspect they were at her bed a few nights ago to greet her when she opened her eyes to her new life. I hope my dad and mom were there too.
I am really acknowledging that life is short and our passing is unpredictable. Aunt Peg was the 3 of 4 siblings who very quickly and unexpectedly stepped from the earth into the life beyond with no more than a breath.
Life is short and we say that every day. We say it but do we live it? I don't. Or I haven't been. My returning to this blog is step one. I turned to writing in my youth and found so much in putting pencil to paper. Step 1. Start writing.
I am now in my 62nd year on this earth and each year has been a true marvel to me. Each year is new hellos and sad goodbyes. Each year is a new discovery about me. Sometimes good, sometimes quite uncomfortable. I'm learning more about myself. Who knew that at 62 I'd still have discoveries of self to uncover.
Today was the funeral for a beloved aunt. The world called her Reba. In the family she was Peg. A name bestowed on her at birth by her father when he saw her red hair. A name for the lady who shined. Aunt Peg had 6 children. She buried her husband and her oldest son. Today she laid down beside them but I suspect they were at her bed a few nights ago to greet her when she opened her eyes to her new life. I hope my dad and mom were there too.
I am really acknowledging that life is short and our passing is unpredictable. Aunt Peg was the 3 of 4 siblings who very quickly and unexpectedly stepped from the earth into the life beyond with no more than a breath.
Life is short and we say that every day. We say it but do we live it? I don't. Or I haven't been. My returning to this blog is step one. I turned to writing in my youth and found so much in putting pencil to paper. Step 1. Start writing.
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