Today we celebrated the life of my dear friend’s 98 year old father, a decorated veteran. I learned so much today about service, military honor, and what it means to love to serve. He was one of thousands who survived WWII but I KNEW him my whole life and never asked. As the color guard unfurled the flag taps played beautifully.(Fort Huachuca color guard).Tears rolled down my face as I realized the enormity of what he had done. When Sargent Kelly handed the flag to the family I lost it. I KNEW this beautiful man and never asked. How easy it is for us to never ask? This man always had a smile for me, a scrawny awkward little girl. He was my neighbor, father to my friends, and part of my life.
Some of my family members have served, some even active duty. It is popular to say to veterans”thank you for serving” but just saying it because one is supposed to isn’t enough. Today I FELT it. I felt his sacrifice. His life continued serving others even after he became a civilian. A 98 year old man has a lot to say with his actions if you pay attention. What he said to us is that what is important is family, loving, treating all people with respect. This simple man who I grew up knowing as the neighbor continues to teach beyond his life on this earth. Isn’t that just the kind of person you come across in the Bible?At the end of the service we sang an Irish toasting song, pouring a little of our spirits into a glass for him and then toasting together. I loved that. He would have loved that.
Here’s to you William Leek. Thank you & Well done.
Only 2 years apart, G grew up with his Uncle O with G’s older brother in between. Their mothers provided the three tiny children with a frying pan, some bacon & eggs, and watched as the very young boys climbed the side of the mountain behind their side by side houses. Soon there would be a small glimmer of a fire and the boys made their own breakfast. All day the boys would be immersed in their cowboy existence on that Phoenix mountain. By today’s standards the boys would be considered too young to be making a fire, climbing trails, staying on a mountain all day, shooting 22’s at an imaginary enemy. It is their experience to share and their memories together.
- G’s Bronzed Boots from those days.
This week O presented G with a most extraordinary handmade knife. Using an antler and a piece of steel, he forged and polished to such a sharp edge it slices through a piece of paper so easily, sharper than a razor.When someone shares a piece of their artistic soul, their art, you just KNOW that you are holding a piece of their heart in your hand.Thank you Uncle O for such a memorable gift.
- Wait up guys!
Calling all Yoga Enthusiasts! Wheelbarrow Yoga FREE this weekend! Join us for a free session 10-noon this Saturday only. First come first served. Includes Bharadvaja’s twist (filling wheelbarrows with dirt), deep Malasana pose (digging dirt) along with weight bearing exercises (emptying wheelbarrow). Your choice of wheelbarrow color & shovel size. Session bound to fill up soon, ACT FAST!
Feeling like I was wasting this beautiful Arizona weather we decided to go for a quick hike today. It almost ended our lives. Oncoming truck swerved out to pass heading for us head on. G slammed on the brakes and swerved and I tell you it was only INCHES away. The car he was passing had faces of shock, we were shocked too. We talked about it way too much as neither of us could believe we are still alive. I think it is a perfect metaphor for the beginning of 2018. Hang on it’s going to be a hell of a ride!
Overheard while making pie filling- “Is there nutmeg in this?” “Yes”. “My nose is so sensitive I should be a drug sniffing dog.”
HAPPY THANKSGIVING Y’ALL!
How many times has this happened to you? It’s late & you know your own house so why turn on the light right? WELL becuase out of the corner of your eye you COULD see a giant white ghost lurking in the dark! Actually it’s a pool cover rolled up in a bag that nevertheless scared the holy poop out of me. UPS delivered the giant box after dark so G opened it up & put it in the kitchen to take out at first light. THE REST of the story is that about a half hour later, I shufled back to the kitchen, left the light off and jumped again! Stupid haunted pool cover. MORAL of the STORY: While it’s fun to have short term memory when rewatching a Netflix series, forgetting there is a spooky haunted pool cover in the kitchen is recipe for multiple frights.