Cherishing the Experience

I know it's been ages since anyone posted on this blog. No memoirs, or reasons to be sad. That in and of itself is good. I'm glad that our family can be happy in the fact that we haven't lost Ralph, but that he's just done what he often did while still alive: waiting for us to come along.

I have been going through a hard time today, and I began to wonder what he would tell me if I shared how I felt. I wondered what insight he might have had, or if he would have just sat there and listen.

The truth is, I am jealous of all of those who got to know RW in a way I never could, and now never can. The RW who would wrestle with Richard; the RW who was so full of life and jibe, that you thought he would never wear out. I've heard so many stories, but I did not get the experiences. Those who have them, cherish it, and don't take it for granted.

I guess that's really all there is to say in this case.

Grace and Peace