I rose to the patter of rain this morning. A peaceful, calm start to the day. The ground was dry, so I'm sure all of the plants are happy. The gentle rain fits my reflective mood.My uncle died on Tuesday and he was the last of my father's siblings to pass. That has me thinking a lot about the cycle of life and how it has been repeating itself forever. I saw my uncle just over a month ago when I attended his wife's funeral. He had been sick, but I think losing his partner of 63 years brought him to another place in his life where he was ready to move on to the next stage.
But all is not melancholy. My sisters and I are traveling across the mountains to West Virginia to attend his services and will be gone for a couple of days. An adventure in the making and I better go finish getting ready. I have the important part done, the snacks. I have several little bags of cookies and some bags of trail mix ready to go. And to pretend that we're eating more than just junk food, Ward cut up some cucumbers for us.
Until next time...
