I am sad.
This Sunday marks one year since my Uncle Robin passed away. One year. The entire process of saying goodbye was an emotional one. I don't think I've ever been more drained in my life, but it was a good feeling to know I had a great family. The day after we got together and erected a flagpole to put a flag up half-mast in his honour. We played "Go Rest High" and each shoveled some dirt at the base of the flag.
I cried a lot. I also brought tulips from my garden, beautiful orange ones with fiery red tips. I gave some to his young grand-daughters. They won't know their grandpa like I did - it doesn't seem fair. I kept thinking about Uncle Robin as I saw my tulips starting to come back. I thought about going back and placing them at the flagpole. On Sunday the flag will fly at full mast, but my tulips won't be there. I think an animal has eaten the tops off - either that or someone stole them.
But I bought some from the florist today - they'll be delivered to my Aunt tomorrow. My aunt who has a gone a full year with no husband. I dread that day.
The light at the end of this sad day? My Uncle got right with Jesus before he went Home. He's resting high, with his cowboy boots still on.
2 comments:
Ugh, I am crying now. Sheesh. You know I understand your pain. My Uncle accepted Jesus into his life the day before he went Home. I know they are in a better place. I hope that your tulips come back and that no one stole them. That's rotten. Hugs.
WEll said Sara Joy....Yes we all loved 'our Robin' and tears come easy when I think of Jan and Robin and times they are missing together.... it is a great comfort for me to know he did come back to Jesus's arms then and is there even now. We love you Robin and will never forget you... and think often of your beautiful(inside and out) wife and awesome children and grandchildren... sil Iris
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