“They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.” Clint Eastwood
Life is fluid with changes always. You can evade many things in life, but change is not one of them.
My son got married. A joyous occasion with his sweetheart. I have loved his now wife for years as she taught me how to write and coached me through my/our first book. We shared much laughter and some tears, as the pages unfolded themselves. The book we wrote was based on my life.
Weddings are a place where family gathers for a union, to support a love that promises to have and hold from that day forward. I think their commitment started before that day, but a wedding for my ninety-something parents to attend was spot on.
My ex-husband showed up for our son’s big day. As I chatted with my former husband, I was aware it had been decade or more since we had sat down together. His life is good, but sad as his mother was at deaths door. I gave him my heartfelt sympathy and was glad he made the trip for our son’s wedding.
Later that day finding out that his mother passed after ninety-three years of a long strong life. She held her beauty and strength until the end, that did not surprise me. As a new Mrs. came in, another Mrs. passed. There is poetic beauty in life and its unending irony.
Accepting change as it comes will lead to a happier existence. Trying to fight the tide of change albeit a thing, will only get you tossed around in the current of life.
Trying to design my life to be what fits for me makes sense. However, some of the changes that arrived no one can plan for. It is within those changes that I have grown. Yes, I had pitched a tantrum in the currents of change, doing me no good at all. It is when I released and discover where I went wrong, and that life can be unfair, that I was able to step away from the stormy waters.
Many heartfelt blessings to the new Mr. and Mrs. and much love surrounding the loss of a lovely mother, wife, grandmother, mother-in-law, and more.
A wedding one weekend and a funeral the next. Life is always and forever full.
Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.
Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.