Year in Reveiw

A year ago my father died of a combination of emphysema and lung cancer. An ugly combination at best.
I had really dreaded this day, mostly because I did not know what to expect. Would emotions be just below the surface? Would more tears be shed when so many have already? Would there be anything? Anything at all?
The answer is not one I had anticipated.
Last week some tears were shed. Dad was not here for Christmas. That was hard, but once the tears came and went, peace came back.
But something happened in the interim.
A year ago, (well, a year and a couple of weeks), there was a gathering of friends to go out to eat in various forms of dress up. This is something that would happen from time to time and good time is always had by all.
George and I, while we really wanted and needed to go, could not. Things with my father kept us away.
A few days after the party, I received something from friends who had attened. A card telling us we were missed and they were thinking of the family. Also in that card was a picture. It delighted me and lightened that day and time considerably. I have several other pieces of this man's wwork and I wanted this one framed as well. I wanted it in my kitchen so I could see it everyday.
Well, one thing led to another. Christmas came, my father died and all manner of stuff was put aside to deal with what needed to be done at the time. The picture was lost. Until a week ago.
It was found with other Christmas cards and items put aside to be looked at when time allowed.
The time allowed is now. We went yesterday and had it framed.
The drawing is hanging in my kitchen along with another and I love them both.
All is not lost and in fact a great deal is found.
Thanks Bob and Marcella and Karen.