A funeral this morning for an unusually gifted man.
Who rode freight trains,
And invented new toys for his kids.
And reinvented and improved just about everything.
A video of stills and music ... from his parents to him as a babe in arms.
And then a kid ... and then the adolescent ... and then a young man.
And then a husband, and then a father, and then a grandfather and then a man getting up in years ... and then just shy of 90 turns around the sun, time to tuck things away and say goodbye.
Others now, to take up the tasks.
The fun, the work, the play and the love.
He managed to be more than a father, a husband and an uncle ... more than a friend and a co-worker ... what it was that he was, best summed up, I suppose in his:
Never-going-away kind of smile.
I saw his life unfold in all of those delightful pics.
Like a flower - from seed to bud to unfolding.
And then wilting in the heat of time.
Petals dropping away.
Life getting lived ... lived quite well ... and then ...
A Mighty Fortress Is Our God was a favorite.
So was Amazing Grace.
And lots of other music.
So, I wonder ... about this thing called life.
We're so unconscious of it when we're in the throes of it.
And, then, one day, it hits us.
We hear the clock ticking.
Though I don't like it.
Times I hate time.
And not a dern thing to do about it.
And so it goes.
Live while we can.
If we can.
As best we can.
Know nothing but love.
And love covers a multitude of sins.
What is love?
Oh, I don't know.
But I know it when I see it.
And I suppose you do, too.