11/25/2002

11/25/2002 - 12:45pm

A beautiful week-end, yes. Rest is much more rewarding when it's well earned. I went to a couple of funerals; one Friday, one Sunday. The former a 99 year old man who, incidently, looked better dead than I do alive. The latter a 22 year old man (I want to say boy) tragically lost in a violent car crash. While both were somber, the old man's was almost joyous, a celebration of a long and happy life. The boy's was sad. Terribly sad. Loud conspicuous weeping and gnashing of teeth. Oh how awful for the family. What do you say? The father of the boy was grown when I was little, and a friend of the family. He would take me fishing, so I said "I bet you were a good Dad." I hadn't seen him in probably 15 years and how broken was he and his heart. I am gratful for one more day to breathe this golden air. How precious and fragile; life. I'll have a cup of coffee, call my Mom. And live today like a gift.