There’s a fine full moon right in front of my window. Yesterday, in the early evening, there was a double rainbow. This is a good place to sit, in front of the window, although I have to draw the curtain in the morning to mask the sun, as I sit facing East. Not in a Dave sense, although I think Macy will be doing just that tomorrow.
I went to a funeral today, which I and all the congregation found very moving. Dick had a long life, he was over 90 and his family loved him dearly, he was still at the heart of things. His wife died last year, today would have been their 69th wedding anniversary. There was a photograph of him at the age of 19 on the front of the service sheet, and his daughter’s smile is just like his. How lucky he was, to be married at 22 and have nearly 68 years together. The tide has turned against early and long-lasting marriages; several of my friends have been married as long, or nearly, as long as I and the Sage have, but it will be a rarity for the next few decades. There is the feeling that a first love can’t last, that one changes too much, that early parenthood destroys careers – I don’t know, as many later marriages fail as early ones and it’s never easy to pick on the right moment to have a baby, when there are so many pressures and obligations. I don’t believe in right answers, just that we mostly muddle through somehow.
If there was one word to sum up that funeral and that life today, though, it would be Love. Which is all that is left, at the end, that matters.