The past few weeks have been wonderful. I love the cooling weather and can't wait for the days I go out to warm up my car and scrape off the frost. I've the opportunities to see some things I want to share. First off, the worn buildings I pass by as I drive all over this state. So many beautiful locations tucked away or sitting right on the highway. I may have to sit down one day and really write out my fascination with the broken and fallen.
Jess and I got to wander around the State Fair with her little sister and another friend. All the strange things that people spend their money on for a stuffed animal that'll rip in less than a week. The mix of people dressed for comfort, some dressed to impress, and others that just don't know how to dress their bodies. People of the internets get on that for me, I'd like to see a peopleofthestatefair.com in the next few weeks. There are also the heart attack inducing foods such as the Krispy-Kreme Bacon Cheesburger. If you split it between 3-4 people, I highly recommend at least getting a taste.
Also, hunt down the Neese's booth and grab some Liver Pudding and Souse.
After the State Fair there was some well needed time with family out at the Daniels' house. It made me wonder how our grandparents passing in our formative years differs from them dying in our later years. Most of my grandparents (and all of my great grandparents) were gone early in my life. I said goodbye to my mom's mother well before she died with her severe alzheimers, it seemed she was already gone. Didn't make seeing her that one last time any easier, but I digress. I wonder how it will affect me when this family I've become a part of begins to let it's patriarchs/matriarchs go home.
Jess and I attended a visitation to pay our respects to a close friend. While waiting to see the family we found our conversation in the realm of "...at my funeral...". I'm sure we've all had this conversation, but I feel the time to reflect on our mortality is important as we aren't here forever. Instead of focusing on how we're remembered it seems easier to talk about how the world sends you off. Everyone standing around my ashes laughing about stories of old, and not in a funeral home but the house I lived in. No lines to greet my family but instead a steady flow of friends and extended family paying respects in their own way. Starts at dinner and ends after supper. The length of visitation also is dependent upon that first reflection of how we're remembered. I hope that there are people that would surround my wife and family with love. People that I touched but never knew showing up. I guess that's me hoping that in my quiet way people in the world notice me. Those of you that know me just laughed about the quiet part. Again, this is the type of reflection that is hard to set upon. It brings about a great fondness for the little things; it also brings an overwhelming feeling that in this big world, what have I done? As we enter this season, I hope you enjoy a slower pace and take count of the blessings and trials you came out better from. May the coming fall and winter build a desire in you that bursts forth with the spring to go out and impact how you're remembered.
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