We lost Mom Easter Mornin 2004 about 6:30 am, I got the call. I'd been home (500 mile one way) 3 times in the last 3 weeks, and had came home friday night before easter sunday, with intentions of leaving to go back the next monday. Yes I regretted not bein there. But after getting the call, I laid awake in bed, cryin of course, but a peace came over me very shortly. What better mornin could it have happened. What a party she must have gotten to join in on, bright and early with the sun just peakin above the horizon on the mornin of Jesus' resurrection.
I really worried about dad,at first, 48 years of marriage, mom was his rock, his best friend, they done everything together. I've never seen two people more in love than my mom and dad. But Dad handled it so well. Yes he broke down at times, but he has alot of friends that support him, a wonderful church community that was there for him, he keeps busy with the senior citizens center (even tho I still dont think of dad as a senior, he's 69) But he gets so much in return for helping others. He delivers meals on wheels to the shut ins. Takes some of the older gents out to drink coffee with him. Lately he's hooked up with a fella, one he's known for years, that has a nice size ranch. He helps him, move bulls, move heifers, what ever the man has to do at the time. One of these days when I'm back home I'm gonna go thank that rancher, for includin dad in things he does. Dad enjoys it so much. We had cattle when I was a youngster, but since I was about 8 years old dad hasn't had any. This is getting long, but I guess what I"m tryin to say is, surround yourself with things that you love, people you care about, and find things to do that you enjoy. And always, keep an eye and ear tipped upward so you can see and hear things the good Lord is tryin to tell ya.