'How long before my soul gets it right ...'

Driving back to Indy on Saturday from La Porte, I was listening to my iPod in the car and the Indigo Girls song 'Galileo' came on. One line stuck with me all the way back and has stayed in my consciousness since: 'How long before my soul gets it right?' In the light of death, I often think about the 'next place' we go, and with that in mind, this song speaks to reincarnation and paying for past life sins in this life. If you get a chance to listen to it, let me know if you enjoy it as I do.

I was in La Porte from mid-afternoon Wednesday through Saturday. It was a hard week in so many ways.

My uncle's funeral was sad, however, after nearly two years of being in a nursing home and many close calls, my tears were shed long ago. After the service at the grave, my Mom, Sister and I walked through the cemetery to see if we could find another grave, my Aunt's mom, Jo. Jo lived down the street from my Grandma and I spent many hours at her house, listening to the radio and playing with her cats. She was, in many ways, another grandparent to me. When we found her grave, we noticed the date: 5/8/1989. It was nineteen years to the date of her death that we were at the cemetery for my uncle. Each of us left our rose from his funeral on her grave ... I spent the rest of the day ruminating on her life and how she had touched mine.

After the funeral and dinner, we (Mom, Sister, Stepdad, me) went back to the house. Sister and I napped while Mom and Stepdad went on some errands. After I woke up, I called up some folks to see what they were doing and was stimied. I did get ahold of Madison's Mom and Dad and spent the evening with them and Madison. We had supper and laughed and joked as always. It was a very nice end to a very trying couple of days.

Friday was spent with family. Breakfast with the family, then the 'girls' (my aunts, mom, cousins and my sister and I) went to a local store to shop. I found a few things that I liked and purchased them. Friday night was spent at a fish fry at the local VFW.

Saturday was donuts at Cousin Kay's house, then visiting my Grandma, Aunt Kay and cousins Michael and Angela and seeing their kiddos, Henry and Charlise. After visiting, I returned to Indy and got my laundry on. Am still doing laundry today.

The hardest part of the weekend, though, is something I really cannot discuss here. Suffice to say, I am fine but it affects me in a sideways-kind-of way. As things progress, I will explain further. I know, it is teasing to say it in this way, but that is not its' intent.

I had a date this weekend as well ... and it went spectacularly well. :)

Finally, a special prayer for FitnessNerd's family ...