Back in the saddle

“Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.”  Marion Mitchell Morrison, 1907- 1979 ) (aka John Wayne)

Well, I am not and was not scared to death, but that quote is a nice tie-in to the fact that I am getting back into the swing of life after dad’s death.
And I have re-discovered  My, how I love that site.   I have decided to track the viewings here.  There are so many that I want to go back and revisit, and some I am sharing at the office, in little mini-meetings, for my engineers.
The fact that they are on my iPod is even better – I can view them walking t the gym, or just listen to them running to the gym.  Waiting in a doctor’s office, etc. And they are almost all invigorating, healthy food for the soul.
I think between these and business, industry, & politics, I won’t have an idle mind!

There is much to say

The funeral has come and gone. He passed February 8th.  In the hospital, in room 8.  I begin to realize after the fact that there are a lot of  8s – his birthday adds up to 8, he was born in the 8th month – did you know “8” in numerology symbolizes the businessman.?  It readsYou are inspiring, result-oriented, powerful, ambitious, visionary, generous, perseverant, forgiving, broad-minded, money-conscious and self-disciplined. You have the potential for enormous success. You are also a good judge of character a natural leader and a survivor.” 

And that was dad.  His obituary was quite long.  I did the Eulogy.  Fortunately, over the past year or so, dad and I had been journaling some memories, and I used those memories as the basis of the Eulogy.  These are posted at my website,  They are long, but make a good read.
The funeral was beautiful, if I do say so myself.  Beautiful day, overflowing crowd, flowers everywhere.  It was not a boo-hoo funeral, but one of love and inspiration, because that is what he was all about.  With military honors.
We are coming up on Easter now, so it’s been about 6 weeks.  I go to his site at least once a day, usually twice.  I have purchased a plot nearby him – I can’t explain all of this, before this, I just wanted to be cremated.  I thought, “who cares about it after we are gone?”  But now I do care.  I keep dad’s flowers fresh and watered.  (That is one advantage of being buried in the ground – the sprinklers water the flowers!)
I’ve bought a crypt near dad for my husband and I.  Peace of mind comes with that.
I am working on the two (blog) entries I did while dad was still living – I am so glad I managed to get those in, and wished I had done more.  I am adding post scripts from what I know and can recall – before the memories fade for me.
I just finished his memorial DVD.  Maybe that sounds pathetic to some, but it is very comforting to me.