The New Year has started with a big, old roar! And not in a good way. And it’s only the 16th day of January–we’re just half way through the first month. So, I’m not feeling especially funny today. And even Joyce sheds a tear now and then.
So far this year I’ve attended three funerals, heard about two nasty doctor’s visits which explained necessary surgeries, and then, of course, there’s Haiti. And everybody is praying for Haiti, which is a good thing, but it’s easy to pray for Haiti from your nice cozy bed and working toilet. How do you grasp the magnitude of the thing?
And the funerals. They’ve been awfully sad. It’s difficult to see the look of grief etched on people’s faces. And the more I’ve talked to other people about this, the more I’ve heard about lots of other funerals, too. Why are so many people checking outta here so quickly after the Happy New Year has just began?
At the most recent funeral I ran into a friend who’d moved out-of-state nine years ago. She and her hubby came back for the service. It was so nice to see her and although we’ve lost touch with each other except for Christmas cards, seeing her again reminded me how much I liked her. Does that ever happen to you? You don’t see someone for a long time and maybe you even forget about them a little bit, and then——-boom——you’re reminded of how much you liked them.
Long Lost Friend didn’t especially want to come back for the funeral because of the January weather in Wisconsin which is mostly cold, gray, and drab. I could see her point. So now let’s make our New Year list a little bigger: lots of funerals, Haiti, gray skies. Ohhhh boy. Do I need a gallon of Hot, Creamy Sausage Dip or what?
So I don’t mean to bring you down, but even Joyce has to deal with real life. She’d much rather be at the party–which is okay because most funerals conclude with a little party, but some don’t. And then you’re just left standing there after the service. All alone. And the skies are gray.
So, here’s what I’m thinking:
O New Year
Bring us your light
Bring us your joy
For those who’ve been shaken, bring them to solid ground
For those who’ve had their hearts broken, sew them back up
For those who are feeling a little worried or overwhelmed or cold from the weather, light their way and keep them warm
Remind us of the rainbow
And what do you say to others in difficult moments? I don’t remember where I read this, but I really liked it:
A four-year-old child had a next door neighbor who was an elderly gentleman and he’d recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, “Nothing…I just helped him cry.”