No doubt about it. The right answer to yesterday was to sleep in until 1 PM today.

There are two types of overdoing after surgery. The more drastic, actually injuring oneself, I have been careful to avoid. There's also the matter of using up more energy than the reduced level one has available. I started back in at the office on Monday, made it through half a day Tuesday, and spent Tuesday night and Wednesday traveling. The bills came due. Much better now.

Corky and I are happily ensconced at the Funk homestead. Bruce set me up with Shirlee's Mac and scanner to scan in the photos Corky and Lydia and Deirdre were picking out from the archives. Bruce is planning on a slide show for the memorial service.

Scanning in photos is demanding work. The technical stuff is easy enough, but it involves a lot of looking closely at a lot of photographs of a dear and beautiful sister too soon taken from this world. Gosh but I miss her.

What is the right answer? First, I acknowledge the grief as natural and beautiful emotion that it is. All of us, especially Bruce and Lydia and Deirdre, have lost someone precious. It hurts. But it is also to say thank you. We humans are fragile creatures; our time here is short. This is a time to say thank you to each other for being who we are and for the part we are of each others lives. It's a time for saying thank you to God for the gift of Shirlee, whom he gave to us to be part of our lives for the crazy wonderful beautiful years she was with us.



My comment at the time was, "Corky's sister Shirlee and crew. Shirlee is looking right sprightly for someone who isn't supposed to be alive, don't you think? But she's always been a tad on the independent side."

Yashica-D, Kodak TX 400