I’m sorry, readers, for the two days I’ve been away. I went to a family funeral, which involved a drive on Friday, an early start on Saturday in the snowstorm, and then a drive home again today… and for the first time in a long time, I had no wifi with which to make a post; I also have been having phone troubles, and the result has been a serious lack of posting bandwidth.
It was also exhausting, and I’m just coming home to the need to prep for a storm. So my tai chi practice was shortened today, and now I have to go stand in line at the grocery store.
And it’s definitely the case that we didn’t get as badly thumped as we could have been. There’s a risk the storm will swing back, or that we’ll get more… but for now it’s over.
Glad to hear the funeral was more sweet than bitter–I hope you weather the storm smoothly.
Me, too. And you as well, if you’re within the storm radius (I don’t actually know, which I suppose is standard for the internet). It was an interesting funeral. We sat at our tables in a restaurant, heard a few speeches, gave a toast, and then at lunch. I’d never been to a modern day blot in honor of someone before, where the guests were wearing ties and suits and dresses before. It’s always been viking reconstructionist clothing. This felt far more organic.
Sorry to hear this, Andrew. Take care.
Uncle Bert was 84. He was a sailor all his life, and an engineer, a 55-year-veteran of Alcoholics Anonymous, and a would-be viking. He died surrounded by family and friends, in his sleep and without pain, the winter after being told he wouldn’t be able to set sail again, in a quiet moment amid the celebration and joy of a family christmas gathering. He went as he would have wished. What else can we ask for?
Not a thing. Sounds like a full life.
My condolences.
Thank you, Stacey. If you come back, and read my reply to Tony Brown, you’ll see that this funeral was less of a mourning, and more of a celebration of the wonders of his life.
I see! It sounds like he lived a wonderful life.
Indeed!