40s and Sunny
This is the type of weather that temps me to dust off my walking shoes. Close but not yet. I have managed to stay upright thus far this winter season and my walking trail will still be there if the temps get up in the 50s.
This morning I heard Dennis get up and I made sure to say good morning to him. l knew he would take coffee and head to the patio porch. I stayed in bed and took in the scene outside of the window. There wasn’t much breeze. The evergreen boughs gently swayed. Occasionally the birds took shelter on one of the branches. It was so peaceful to take in the morning while the world outside was still relatively quiet. When I did get up I couldn’t believe I had whiled away a half of an hour taking in the new day. This is the peace that passes all understanding: thanking the Lord for a good night’s rest and a second thank you for the blessings of being able to have another day. I really do try and do better each day.
Dennis and I went to a funeral today of one of Dennis’ friends from times ago. Paul also served in the Korean War. Both Dennis and Paul attended a monthly noon luncheon in Mankato on the first Monday of every month. Family and friends were in abundance today for the memorial of 80-year-old Paul.
On the way home, I asked Dennis what he thought of the service. His response was quick . . . “Nope! I don’t want any of that when it’s my time.” The response didn’t surprise me. Pulling out all the trivia of a lifetime on this earth for all to stand over and comment isn’t Dennis. As it was a good friend of Dennis’ today, I needed to be sure I understood and understand what Dennis’ wishes may be in the future. Both Dennis and I agree that our families are the only ones to be there for each of us at that time. Dennis and I live quietly and thus we will meet our maker when the time comes.
May Sunday bring all that you need to feel the grace and quiet that lives within.