Mr. D’s Funeral

Mr. D’s Funeral

For a Saturday, I did not go to church today.  I went to a funeral.  A teacher I had in middle school in Milton, Wisconsin, passed away on April 18 from an illness called C-diff.  This illness I did not know about until I had learned that Mr. D had it.  More on C-diff another time.  The service was at 11:30 AM and a visitation was scheduled for Friday afternoon and early evening and Saturday morning.  I decided to go to the visitation and funeral Saturday morning.  My IRIS worker DKF took me to the funeral while another teacher from my middle school days Mrs. M brought me home after the luncheon.  Although seeing Mrs. D was nice, but the timing was a little awkward.  A hug and her appreciation of making it was exchanged while I hugged her unable to say a word at first.  The idea that Mr. D no longer being here has yet to be realized…although I have been crying off and on since Mr. D passed away April 18.

I have learned that weddings are beautiful, and funerals are sad…or so I thought.  Yes, weddings are beautiful, and not always are funerals sad.  I am not denying the fact of losing someone in your family or who you care about dearly isn’t sad because it definitely is.  Mr. D’s funeral was beautiful in a way we celebrate his life of 70 years more so than mourning his death today.  I also understand that seeing other people I’ve known since grade 6 is always nice to see, but at a funeral there are mixed feelings of happy and sad, and it that depends on the person who you run into at the time.  Now, as I see it, two of my favorite teachers from middle school days in Milton, Wisconsin have passed away with my heart feeling the tug of their teaching.  How many more teachers am I going to lose before me?

It Seemed to be One Big Storm

It Seemed to be One Big Storm

Oh my goodness gracious…I am glad to be home now!  I am glad I got home when I did.  I knew we were expecting a thunderstorm, but I did not know how severe it was going to be until I had gotten a weather alert on my trusty iPhone weather app that lets me know of severe weather coming my way in Janesville, Wisconsin.  The sky began to show lightning and Bing Crosby the Cat was sitting on my lap, and his demeanor was nervous as he looked outside until the hail began to fall down hard against the windows.  Poof, Bing Crosby the Cat bolted from my lap so fast that I did not see where he ran off to.  I dropped everything I was doing to go looking for him.  After failed attempts of finding Bing in any of his usual hiding spots, I finally decided to look more closely in the bathroom and found him lying on the shower floor underneath the shower chair.  What a smart cat!  I always told him to go hide in the bathroom when it stormed if he got scared, and there he was in the bathroom on the shower floor.  I never taught Bing this, but I did tell him he would be safe in the bathroom if he was scared of storms.

The storm scared me as well.  The hail that we had was frightening.  It came down so hard that I thought it was going to break the glass windows.  I was not planning on going to bed until the storm was over and Bing was not frightened anymore.  As far as our safety, I was leaving it up to God as the hail kept beating against the windows in the living room and bedroom as it sounded like it wanted to come into the apartment.  I, too, wanted to bolt into the bathroom shower and sit where it was not so noisy, but at the same time I knew I needed to be brave for Bing and myself, and of course God.