Life emulates art?
In September we will have our fourth wedding. In January we had our first funeral. Almost every day I think about our version of Four Weddings and a Funeral. Even now my grandson has begun walking, climbing, short sprinting. His parents will move into a new home next weekend. My youngest daughter is traveling abroad in Argentina. Our youngest is working his first career position in Chicago. The eldest will be the last to marry in September. My youngest brother never calls me, and my oldest brother just e-mailed 6 months after my wife's funeral to ask how I am doing. I left my full time position to work prn in a hospital I absolutely adore but have not even a part time offer for me. I imagine in six more months I shall quite probably be gone stark raving mad. There is likely only one route for me to take and one of my dear children will tell me what it will be......(and thus begins another chapter in the saga of the Dornbrook Family from Mentor, Ohio). Family reunion is coming soon, OH My!
Today, I wonder if I can still hit a golf ball.
Isn't art fun? Or is it life? I prefer finger painting....