Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Shadow And 24 hours

Yesterday, early evening - I went to the church for visitation.  I like that - visitation and funeral were at the church and not in a funeral home.    A gentle man that sang in the choir for as long as I lived in this small town.   He was 99 years old.   My heart aches for his wife who is near his age.
Could not get them off of my mind last night.  Kept thinking of all of those years they had together and now she is alone.  They did not have children but do have nieces and a nephew.

Arriving home and prepared for downtime - I noticed the light and shadow coming through window in front door on a favorite painting.   This image does not do it justice - it was beautiful.  It was there and then gone - I wonder is that like life  - a shadow that is viewed and then gone.

A busy day - Gas in truck, 3 stores for best buys in each one (they are all practically side by side).  I am trying to make my trips to town every 10 days to 2 weeks and it is a challenge.  Left rubbish off at center, bank and then on to a dear friend who does much for me.  A box with a dozen orange cookies, some special fruit, a cutting of a rose bush that roots easily, 4 volunteer cherry tomato plants that came up in my "muddy and wet garden" and a piece of my dill and sage so she could enjoy the scent.  She does not plant herbs and time is spent 24 hours caring for a bed ridden husband.

Home,  unloaded truck, lunch, computer, phone calls and then took mower and went over some of the woods paths. 

Dinner consist of some butternut squash soup that was made yesterday, bath and meditation and prayer time and I am through for the day.

14 comments:

Beverly said...

I feel for the lady who lost her husband....
Hope the storms I am waiting on, do not cause you any concern.....

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beverly, thank you - this was sad yet I smile at all the wonderful years they had together (not me or you) and I surely hope no storms blow through my woods or maybe they would blow the mosquitos away :)

Tabor said...

Change such as this is so hard for us all. We have someone we love who is beside us and then the days comes when we must take that past alone. Just not easy. As a photographer I understand how a ray of light can mean everything.

Tabor said...

I type like a squirrel...should be day and path...!!!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Tabor, :) I am the only one to make mistakes like that.
Every since blogger went down so many things have changed and I do not know how my posting or images will appear :)

Sharon said...

When I am 99 I will be married 78 years...which is hard to imagine. We celebrate 34 years this September and some days that is hard to imagine:)

Elsa Louise said...

“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
by W. Shakespeare

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Elsa Louise - how true and almost sad. Bad night with storms and health issue.
Sharon, again you are so young.
Life will unfold the way it is meant to be.
Thank you both for visiting...

judemiller1 said...

People would say he lived a "rich and full life" and he did, but it is still a sad thing--I don't care how old a person is--we miss then and grieve when they leave us. Such a lovely life you live.

the wild magnolia said...

I feel the loss of others more than ever. Companionship, friends, family, who understand and "get" you are hard to come by. When you are the one left behind it is a tough road.

My prayer list is growing and growing.

The soup sounds so good.

Take care of you.

Sky said...

he lived an amazingly long life, didn't he? i cannot imagine how lonely his wife must be feeling after all these years to find him missing in all the familiar places. makes me very sad.

you are such a busy bee! all that movement keeps your joints moving. mobility is such a gift, one we often take for granted.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Judy, Sandra - thanks for stopping by. Sky, I have to keep moving.
Fear if I did not I would never get up again :)

LauraX said...

sweet kind friend, thank you for visiting me too, though I've not been around to visit much. I cannot imagine the deep loss this woman at church, having lost her partner after so many years together. You are such a sweet, sweet soul checking in on your friend with so many gifts.

Your image is beautiful...such a blessing to notice moments like this...yes this is an apt metaphor for life and how it is both exquisite and fleeting.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Laura - love you....