Today Husband and I both took the day off work to attend a Celebration of Life for my Husband’s uncle, Reynold. He passed away last Monday and is greatly missed by many people. There was a small family-only celebration/service over which a pastor presided. Prayers were said and memories of Reynold were exchanged.
I am not a religious person, but I bowed my head politely, looking at the cobblestone upon which we all stood. Those moments, they struck something within me. There I stood, part of a small circle composed of three generations, taking pause to simply think of and reflect upon a loved one. Within that circle Reynold was many things to many people – a husband, brother, a father, a grandfather, an uncle, a friend. My eyes flitted to the faces around me and I felt a wave of sadness brought on by the fact that these moments, these pauses in life, are so few and far between. It took a death for us to gather.
I paused in the writing of this so Husband and I could embrace the two hours we had before the kids needed to be picked up. We went out for a drink and snacks – time to be together and enjoy one another’s company. A phone call from the school jarred us out of our moment. Cody had been complaining of a serious headache, crying about it. Not like him at all. Then he started throwing up. We flagged down our waiter,threw money at him, and left.
As I write this Husband is still at the hospital with Cody. There was an MRI done and the full shunt series of X-rays too. Carter and I took a cab home. I gave him a bath, read him a story, and tucked him in bed.
And now I wait, we wait.
What is important? (to get back to my original thought) – the people in our lives. My brain is too tired to say more, to write more so I shall stop and simply wait.