So much has happened since I last blogged on anything other than book reviews. I decided it was time to sit down and think about the last few months. The trigger to my thoughts was my dog last night, Sydney. I don't know what she heard, but beginning at 3am, she was alert and on patrol. Barking and running to the doors. Scott and I weren't the only ones put on notice. The cat joined in too, meowing loudly to voice her opinion.
We never found out the why for her watchfulness but it certainly woke me up and started me thinking about my life since Christmas.
Two great men died.
My father-in-law, Tom Miller, after living an impressive and productive life of work and loving his family went to heaven. I met him in 1982, when I first started dating Scott. Dad was engaging, witty, wise, and on top of that a prominent businessman in his career life. After we married in 1985, he treated me as if I was just another daughter, not the in-law addition. Dad taught us so many things, and we have been forever blessed by his presence in our life. He was 91.
My daughter-in-law's father entered heaven about two weeks after dad. Mark. He was 63. Fewer years on this earth, but no less an impact for those who knew and loved him. Our children met young, at the beginning of high school. There was a lot of life happening those first few years of their time together, and Mark and his wife Lorry became part of our extended family long before our children married. Mark was successful as a business owner, but his family would probably say his most impactful role was that of a dad, grandpa, and friend to all. He is missed immensely...
We moved my mother-in-law to Hutchinson Kansas in an assisted living facility, only five minutes from our home. After dad died, some circumstances changed for Scott's mom and the family decided moving mom would be the best for all of us. We are thrilled to be able to have mom close by after living two and a half hours away the past 32 years. Now she can be an integral part of our lives, allowing us to see her several times a week. Some days are easier than others, but the joy of having her near makes up for the additional nurturing we are blessed with being able to provide.
So, those are the major events. When my dog, Sydney, so thoughtfully alerted me to imminent peril of unknown origin in the wee hours of the day, I realized in my wakeful state how vibrant life has become these last few months. It is as if I awoke with the spring and all things seem fresh and new again. People are more precious. Tasks of entertaining others are more meaningful. Colors are shockingly vivid. Even annoying events of pets are more tolerable and kind of cute.
Maybe we all need an injection of vibrant alertness occasionally to wake up our worlds. But, perhaps not at 3am in the morning...
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