Community

Saturday, one year and 6 days until I retire.

Also, a day when I participated in a community wide resource festival. The sun was out and we had a fairly windless day until around noon when we had a number of gusts of wind which knocked various display boards down. Turnout was great. We had around 500 plus people in the four hours of the event.

I cut out the letter to the editor (see below) and cut a larger photo to make a small photo of Crockett which I placed in a silverplate frame. I set the letter and framed photo on my display table and some people recognized the article and got to see a photo of Crockett. More community mourns Crockie's death.

I drove to Mass and during the prayers, I had a sensation, not a vision, not a dream, just a 'sense' of Crockett prancing through golden flowers on golden ground. I didn't 'see' him, I just sensed he was there. Then I sensed and kind of heard the words "Don't cry, Mama" said in a child's voice. I guess I must have "heard" since I know it was a child's voice. Not the voice of one of my children or grandchildren. "Don't cry, Mama" and of course, I teared up.

After Mass, Casey and I stopped by Crockett's grave to pay respects and we stopped at "the big house" to visit with Crockett's godmama for a while. We had a nice visit, spackled with a few tears of remembrances and a few glasses of wine.

And nearly 4 hours later, the wine has 'hit me' and I'm stopping right here, walking Casey and going to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day. I miss Crockett forever. I'm also making progress with coming to terms with his passing through my life for so short a time. He brought me a friendship I would never have had otherwise. And he taught me that life is short. Make the most of each day. Live in the 'now' and hope for the future.

And most of all, eat dessert first. And if you have no dessert, drink the wine!