Back in the Gazebo

Well, Karen is back in the gazebo. I finally got around to moving her off the faux fireplace mantle and into the bright sunshine and fresh air.

Actually, this year’s trip to the summer home was a little later than normal. I’ve been having enough trouble getting around myself with my back, let alone lugging her outside. Both my son and daughter-in-law are also having back problems.  The live-in grandkids are too young. But my 17 year old grandson came to visit … so I pressed him into moving duty.

Bottom line, Karen is back outside.

For those of you who don’t know the history, Karen and I {mostly Karen} dealt with most end of life issues while she was still with us. She picked out our urns — matching bronze side by side connected by interlocking circles — and we made pre-planning funeral arrangements. What we didn’t do was decide on a final resting place. Karen wanted me to pick a spot so the kids could ultimately visit if they so desired. I wasn’t willing to do anything so … permanent.

So, after she died, I made a special place for her on the mantel of our electric fireplace. And I purchased a gazebo {after a disaster trying to build one myself}, and each spring since, I move her outside. Each fall, she would return inside for the winter and so on.

The experience continues to be bittersweet. Memories sear my mind … both good and bad. I know she wasn’t particularly interested in resting on the mantle — she told me so many, many times — but I think she would have been pleased with the gazebo choice.

Each morning, I go either outside or into the living room to have my coffee and breakfast with Red. I still continue to share a cartoon. And I have laughed with her, cried with her and talked to her. She may not be with me in the flesh, but I sense her spirit — and her counsel — even after five years.

This is still her “home” so I’m comfortable with the decision I’ve made. If the kids or grandkids want to spend some time with her, she’s here. And when I’m gone, my ashes will rest next to her and I’ll leave the decision of where we permanently settle up to the kids.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: It works both ways.  A quitter never wins — and a winner never quits.

About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to Back in the Gazebo

  1. TamrahJo says:

    Virtual Hugs sent your way


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