Ok, so I finally got home, the funeral was splendid, with an Apache helicopter flyover to celebrate Duane’s career as a genuine war hero, good times and connections with old friends, one of whom said she was prepared to hold me up if I faltered, as I was unable to contain my emotions before I was to sing. But I made it through, spent some time with folks I hadn’t seen in decades, and headed for Hutton Valley and my little farmette there on the edge of heaven.
It took about a week to recover from the strains of the trip, which was wonderful, but way different from sleeping in your own bed. Then I had to hit the ground running, cleaning up my notes from the trip, seeing to household chores, paying bills, and determining the current answer to a perennial question – “What’s next?”
Since then, I’ve made the corrections to the manuscript of my book of collected radio essays, which I hope will be out by January, re-recorded the audio version of the essays, assembled a collection of those that deal specifically with holidays – everything from Groundhog Day to Yule, with several between, and that CD will go on sale Dec. 1, entitled “An Ozarks Holiday Sampler.” I hope you like it.
Relating well to your post. Those funeral weeks can be so stressful. Now, for me to hit the ground and be similarly productive.
Yup. Keeping busy is the secret. Heart’s pain goes away so slowly, any distraction makes the time go faster. Hang in there.
Whew ! You are one strong woman ! Glad you were surrounded by love to hold you up at the funeral.
Take a few minutes of time to stare out the window, breathe and just take care of YOU ! You are “precious cargo” !
Warmest regards to you and yours.