A favorite.

Pop White died this week. 88 years young. I don't think he really liked getting older. Especially when they told him he simply must cut back on salt intake. Goodness, the stories.. He left behind 10 children (two sets of twins!), 41 grandchildren (maybe some more twins?), 63 great-grandchildren (more twins??), and even a great-great grand-kiddo here.

What a legacy. I can hardly imagine having that many descendants while I'm still alive. Certainly would not be able to keep track of all those names and ages. Because really it's more like double those numbers. Because that doesn't include his 3 brothers' and 3 sisters' families, or all those spouses that had a hand in making all those little ones make their way into the world.

What I can see for certain, though, is this outlook, printed in his service folder:

My life is not
a journey to the grave
with the intention of arriving safely
in a pretty and
well-preserved body.

But rather,
I will skid in broadside,
thoroughly used up,
totally worn out,
and loudly proclaiming...

Wow! What a ride!


...and they finally opened the gates !

Hrm.

Well not so much happened in the 'figuring out last year' end of things this week.

BUT there was an upswing in mood. FInally! Praise the Lord, dark feelings don't last forever. It only feels like it might possibly while in the midst of it :)

In sad news, there's Haiti and the many families stranded from loved ones, both permanently and temporarily in this world. There's a part of me that feels guilty for being glad the family and friends of the people I know live way over in Ouanaminthe.

The Lord has given, and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. I know it sounds crazy. :)

Goal

This week, I intend to examine the past year. From that information, I intend to plan for the year to come.

Glad the 'holidays' are over. Except today I heard a commercial for Valentine's Day. Oh dear.