GETTING READY

It is Donna's Memorial Service today. I am not going to address the emotions of the last few months. I hope the service is a celebration of Donna's release and I hope joy can be seen shining beneath the tears.

In this short note I am only going to deal with the mundane. Off and on, I thought, what am I going to wear to the service? For years, I wore a tie and jacket to work. It was the uniform. I had about six sport jackets and huge collection of ties. I have been retired for 17 years. What do I have up there in my closet?

It turns out, not much. Where are all my ties? “You don't remember?” asks a significant member of the household, “We gave them to the thrift store.” “Oh” I reply. I vaguely remember. A quick inventory discoveries two shirts, one tie [that Noah had borrowed so it escaped the thrift store trip] and a blue blazer, with a small but discernible hole, that looks like it might be a burn mark. Or perhaps a moth?

Well, I guess, this old man in his 83^rd year, will not be dressed in fine raiment. That same significant member of the household says, “You always look good.” Well, I hope she is right!

The trip is about an hour and one half. We need to leave shortly after Noon. I have got a few chores to do. See you on Monday!

Happy Friday! Celebrate Life!

Love and Peace, Gregg