PASSAGE

The first house that we built was on a dead end street that was not paved......it was on the intracoastal waterway and had not been discovered by tourists yet. It was a great little neighborhood and our neighbors had children just about the same ages. The children freely roamed from one house to the next.......somehow they more often than not ended up at our house. It was loud, frenzied, irritating, and .......wonderful.
Daughter Leslie was the youngest..........she will be 27 in a few weeks. Next door neighbor, Jay, celebrated his 30th birthday last month............and today, I went to his funeral...........and afterwards we all got on a boat and went out on the sound where his mama gently floated a wreath of magnolia leaves that cradled his ashes. We watched it float........and then it slowly sank and his ashes scattered across the surface just before the water engulfed them.....and it was done.
On the way back we were serenaded by a string quartet..........we laughed, we cried, we hugged and we cried some more. We sang some favorite songs and we celebrated while we mourned.
When I got home I was emotionally and physically whupped.....yep, I was whupped!!!!!!
I opened the door and a flood of cavaliers swooshed by me. I wanted to nap and they wanted to play.......guess who won. They were soooo happy to see me...how lucky am I to be greeted like that EVERY TIME. I played ball with Gummie and Lucy and rubbed Zeke and Brogie and they were all very happy......
I wanted to be happy too.........but I think I'll have to save that for another day.
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