The month of May is going to be c.r.a.z.y.b.u.s.y. … a lot going on; so, today I decided to drive to Eden Valley and collect the memorial grave vases; so they could be replaced with newer/updated ones for the family plots.
First, I needed to prepare myself mentally.
Then
I needed to grab some coffee on the way out of town.
And I needed music –
music that I could jack the volume up and just let it rip. I thumbed
through the disc folders until I found a CD that would fit the mood of the
moment: then I slipped it into the player, stepped on the gas petal, and made
tracks for my destination.
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I played that CD all the way
to the Eden Valley Cemetery 😊
Enroute, driving the Eden
Valley Road, I spotted a Bald-headed Eagle.
Memories of Bob in the flesh
were poignant as the music blared.
Thoughts of Bob now, in his
spirit body were also poignant; and I knew as I watched the eagle take flight,
that Bob was thoroughly enjoying his life above the clouds. Bob always loved to
fly (he was only 20 hours away from getting his pilot’s license when we
married: it was his choice to let that aspiration fall by the wayside – I encouraged
him to continue the instruction) … no doubt he’s having the time of his
life in the great blue yonder. And beyond 😉
The entire mood of the
moment was pure Bob. Bob loved Iron Butterfly. Bob loved Eagles. Bob loved Yeshua;
and I am sure Bob loves palling around with Yeshua, now. Bob is not
unhappy in his New Life.
And I am trying to get happy
in my New Life, down here on Earth. It’s a continual work in progress, and I
have made good leaps and bounds in that forward progression. I really have
nothing to complain about, in this New Life of mine: Elohim had been very
gracious – and faithful.
I just miss Bob.
In the flesh.
Thankfully, The
Ruach Ha’Kodesh doesn’t let my thoughts dwell on that.
My wandering thoughts are firmly
reined in, and redirected.
As I walk from family plot
to family plot, finally reaching our Plot … my thoughts are focused on Life.
There
is life flourishing in this place of ruin (death is ruination of everything
we have known before the Grim Reaper came to collect on our life’s mortgage).
And though my husband’s cremains lie here, I know that Bob’s spirit is fully
alive and enjoying life as he never experienced Life before.
Joy is the flip-side of sadness.
I am thankful to see so much
of life’s force blossoming abundantly 😊
I like to keep Bob’s Plot
Solar Light jazzed up, or replaced; so I brought that home to see if it
still has life in it 😉 I also noticed that there was a solar light at
Dad Hargand’s headstone – and I know that I didn’t place the lamp
at Dad’s plot, or the big blue bow at Bob’s placement: both have been
deliberately placed … I’d like to find out who did it, and thank them for being
thoughtful.
Back home, I set the solar
lights aimed at the sunrays: if they don’t spark, I have some others
that I can take back to Eden Valley with me later this month.
The solar lights kinda reflect our relationship with Elohim: our
lives only catch a spark of life when we stayed tuned to the Sonlight 😊
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