Brandywine, Struble Trail, Downingtown, PA January 2005
The skies are gray.
There is a chill in the air.
There is a dusting of light snow on the cold earth.
It is January, 2005 on the Struble Bike and Walk Trail in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.
Think cool thoughts on this hot and humid late summer day in September in Sussex County, Delaware.
At 97 degrees today, new heat/humidity index records were set in Georgetown, Delaware.
Today is the Last Blast of Summer 2010.
I just got off a three day work stint from the hotel.
It was good for me to go right to work after I returned from my Mother's funeral services this past Monday in Pennsylvania. The weather on the day of her services could not have been better. The skies were clear, the temperature was mild and the humidity was low. Mom would have liked that.
How am I doing? Just fine. Better than I thought. In many ways I feel relieved that Mom's suffering is finally at an end.
The only negative from last week was my mistake in leaving out the names of my Mother's two sisters from the obituary notice that was placed in the local newspaper. I don't know what I was thinking by forgetting them.
I remembered to place the name of her one full sister Jeanette who now resides in Simpson Meadows Nursing Home. Ironically, Simpson Meadows is right across the street from the James J. Terry Funeral Home, where my Mother's services were held. Aunt Jeanette is 92 years old and was unable to attend.
Mary Moreland Shank was my Mom's step sister. Ruth Hadfield Steidler was my Mom's half sister (they had the same father but different mothers.) At the day of the services I thought they were a little "off" with me. It wasn't until I got home that I realized that I didn't include their names in the obituary.
Yesterday I called and had the funeral home run the obituary again. I was surprised by how much it cost to place an obituary in the newspaper but to me it was worth it to avoid a lifetime of hurt feelings. Mom grew up with Mary and Ruthie and they should have been acknowledged.
The corrected obituary ran in the newspapers today. I called Mary and Ruthie and told them to check the newspapers. They seemed happy with this news.
The only thing I have to do now is write out thank you notes to all those who sent flowers and attended Mom's final services. Then this chapter of my life will be over.
No more funeral planning for me. If Bill goes before I do, his services will be private as he has often requested. In fact, he doesn't want any services at all and I just may go that route.
I may attend funerals in the future but this is the last time ever that I'm doing this.
This weekend I begin to get my life back to my old comfortable routine. I plan to coast out the next fifteen or twenty years until my funeral.
And that my friends will be somebody else's responsibility.
All I'm thinking about now are those cool, autumn days that are in my future.