May Storm

I have not had the chance to blog much recently. I was busy with the cooking school for two weeks, then had to get caught up with things around the house. I miss writing daily. It is a good way to make sense out of life. In school I learned the value of always summarizing at the end the points I tried to make in lessons and talks. That is what people are likely to think about when they leave. Blogging is like that for me, so I'm going to try to write more regularly.

I suppose the most significant thing that has happened since my last entry is that a friend of ours, Ken, died. He was just six years older than me and died of prostate cancer. He lived a good life, had a loving family, lots of children and grandkids, and many friends. He had a great sense of humor and always seemed to be available when friends needed a helping hand. He went out with style, accepting his fate, surrounded by people who cared for him. His memorial service was special, like his life. It was at the Ballard Elks lodge, right on Shilshole Bay--a gorgeous setting. Over 200 people attended. First, his family presented a slide show of Ken and family and friends. Then people told stories about him. Finally, we ate, drank, and were merry as he had requested. It reminded me of a wedding, but nobody danced. It was a special send-off for a special person!

I guess Ken's service made me imagine what my friends and family might say about me when I'm gone. I'm thinking that keeping this blog is a way for me to pass on some thoughts and a record of who I am. My sons and husband don't read my blog now, they say, but some day they might want to look back and think about what I have to say about these days.