Sunday, October 26, 2014

Time Warp



The other week dad said to mom, "It's been twenty years this fall since my dad died."

Before October 7th arrived (the anniversary of Grandpa Ben's home going) my dad went to be with the Lord. I suppose someday we might casually say the same thing, because moments turn to days and days turn to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. Before we know it twenty years are gone like a blink of an eye.

At this point time seems to have stopped.   All around me I can see that time is galloping on just like it's always done.  I jog along trying to keep up, quite bewildered and unsure of the next step.

Like the plan Ellis came up with to travel to MT and cut firewood for Jeremy and Liz.

It sounded like a good plan.  I had three days off from driving bus.  Ellis had three vacation days coming.  Krysta could get a couple days off from school.

My brain didn't seem able to make the plans that are needed when we go away.
This was frustrating for Ellis. 

"I can't do two things at once!" I wailed. Meaning I can't grieve and get ready to go west at the same time.

Whoever said men can't multitask don't know my husband. He made a box to go on the back of his pick up that would hold a cord of wood.  Before we could say "Jack Robinson " we were loaded and on the way.
To be continued -


editors note:  This is the picture of Ellis' parents, 70 years ago.  I also added it to their anniversary post.