Woke up this morning and immediately knew I had two choices…. a) spend my whole day crying in bed with the covers over my head; or b) gas up the Bronco and find some R&R (Road and River). I chose b. I put Wabasha in my GPS as the destination, but ended up stopping in Lake City instead….Lundell’s I waved at you! I walked along the shore of the river. The water looked so calm and clear covered in ice.
I sat on a bench until I started to get chilly…soaking in some Vitamin D…contemplating life and the elusiveness of happiness. The bench that I sat on was dedicated to Gary Blum “The Goose Poop Guy”…which of course brings up all sorts of questions in my mind. What a legacy to leave for the world…being known as “The Goose Poop Guy”. Does anyone still remember Gary? Or why he was known as such? Do people ask similar questions to themselves when they sit on Jason’s bench? Who was Jason? How do you even pronounce that last name? And why does he have a bench here? Or, more likely, they are too wrapped up in their own lives to notice.
Well Gary Blum…I didn’t know you while you were living….but I thought about you today as I sat for awhile.
After my adventures by the shore of the river, my heart was calling me to stop in at Jason’s Mom and Dad’s house in Red Wing. I had a very relaxing time sipping coffee and visiting with them for a couple hours. Jason’s sister happened to be there for a little while too. Turns out that their hugs and understanding of my grief were just what I needed today.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 