No matter what happens in life (and death) the sun always rises. Life goes on. Sometimes in the greatest losses, that concept seems surreal.
Mom and I flew down to Melbourne, Florida last week to be with family as we said good bye to our Uncle, Father, Husband, Grandfather, Father-in-law, Friend. While the occasion was a sad one, I couldn’t help but note that my Uncle also loved getting together with family and friends. He was always a big presence at gatherings, and more than a few of us felt he was among us in spirit as we gathered from all over the country on the beach and at his service and his home afterward.
I’m not religious, as I’ve stated here before.. but I do believe there is more to the human spirit than we fully understand… our bodies are a series of nuts and bolts that work together miraculously, but it’s our essence.. what makes us individuals, with feelings, emotion, empathy, etc… that cannot be explained by mechanical means. That energy in some form, I believe, remains.
We had a few days to soak up some Florida sun… the weather was perfect and we enjoyed the glorious sunrises and sunsets, as well as time spent with family.
