Even as 74 fast approaches, these moments of memorials will most likely increase. Yesterday (Saturday, the 9th), there was one time of remembering a friend from past days back home in Denver at whose memorial we were absent. Why? Because another good friend had let us know of her loss several days earlier and asked us to come be with her.
Heading home today (Sunday, the 10th), we have yet one more memorial to attend tomorrow (Monday, the 11th) back in Denver. Our friend from here took the slow road into eternity via colon cancer. Talking yesterday with those from the hospice where he breathed his last breath...oh, whoa.......what grace-filled people...vibrant, alive, called to help others slip through the thin veil with remarkable care and dignity.
I'm not easily impressed, but when I am.............well, I felt like I had spent a few hours with angels yesterday. Not just the hospice workers, but the friends who surrounded our friend as her man took his last breath a number of days back...and then celebrated so well yesterday a life, a love, a lasting impact. It has been a deep honor to be a part of the celebration here...not just an observer, as most memorials seem to be.
We've taken to, some times, using AirBnB for places to stay. This time, a little ways north of San Francisco, near Muir Beach, why not a place that is almost like a treehouse in a redwood forest. Arriving midday Thursday (...so that we could spend Thursday afternoon and evening with our friend...) we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge in the famous fog to where we would spend the next three nights.......
Out here, angels come is all sorts of form and disguises. ;-) This one appeared out of nowhere as we walked up the path to our car, and a needed day of "just us" on Friday (the 8th).
...and this was the view from the terrace of the place where the memorial service/celebration of one good life took place...high above Muir Beach. None of us likes to lose friends, relationships, possibilities. But we also know that none of us will live forever.......at least here.
When I move from here to there, be alerted, should there be enough friends left to throw a time of remembering, it's to be a party, a celebration...........not a wake of sadness...but a time of gladness. Indeed!!!
Should you be there, be alert to the fact that angels will also be present, as experienced yesterday, laughing with you, even at you, celebrating life...which is just what we are to be about every day we remain here, this side of the "thin veil," the Celtic term for slipping from here, to there, into heaven.