It's pretty amazing how getting out of our comfort zone can be so.. comforting. Just returned from an 8 hour road trip to Vermont. Since being widowed, I've been doing a fair amount of driving. This trip was "extra special" because my darling daughters and mother were along for the fun. Have you ever had three backseat drivers?
This was originally planned as my Aunt's burial, but the deluge of July rain in Burlington caused that to be postponed.. again. The first burial was foiled by the frozen soil in January. We think my Aunt prefers her cremains to remain in my cousin's dining room hutch! But the memorial/party plans were not deterred... We were pretty lucky to have 35 assorted family and friends from various places joining in for three days of reminiscing, rejoicing and carousing.
Now I'm back home. It' hits me that my Aunt is really gone. She's not coming back. Various relatives raised a glass of "toast" to her, as well as to my darling husband Wayne. He's not coming back either.
Is there a lesson in all of this? There is a lot of joy in this world. Sometimes we just need to go outside our comfort zone to find it.
