everything feels like winter--chilly--cloudy--windy.I attended a funeral today of a sweet, elderly man. Actually, he could be called a dear little old man. Twenty years ago he and his wife were in a tragic auto accident, which they both survived. However, it left them both with broken backs and confined to bed for months. When they were finally able to get out of bed, they were different people than before.
They could not longer work in the temple. They could no longer tend their grandchildren. They both needed walkers. They were both several inches shorter than their previous independent, straight, strong selves. But this long confinement and change in life brought a deep humility rarely seen.
I was privileged to know him. I am still privileged to have her as a visiting teacher. She has much to teach me.
This chill, sad day brought a little melancholy. I'm a little blue. Funerals seem to do that. They make me lonesome for loved ones that have gone on before. They make me sad for what might have been both with the living and with the dead.
... ready for spring...
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