Anticipating beautiful blooms on My Rebecca’s Rose.
I have a really solid idea for what I want to have on my tombstone, that is, if I have a tombstone. What do people have these days? Anyway, how about, “Still walking!” I wanted to get rid of the finality and get more to the idea of a bridge to another venue.
I was inspired by this story on FB about this woman that wanted to be laid out in her casket with a fork in her hand. And viewers would obviously have to ask about the curious thing and receive her message. All during her life her favorite time was when at the end of dinner the announcement would be made to “hang onto your fork!” Nice, huh? Remember the anticipation of the coming of something sweet and special.
I don’t think about death too much maybe because I died ten thousand times playing army as a kid. That’s what boys did post World War Two, well in between getting run over by cars. And I was pointing this death thing out to my tumors the other day, saying , “Guys, you know that when I die you go too.” I was trying to point out the obvious benefit of getting together and dragging this thing out as long as possible.
Well, that’s my life today. But starting to think of packing for the next big venue of the great state of Iowa. But first, this is the day that the Lord has made, let us be grateful and rejoice in it! Big loves! Felipe!