the day of chuck's service,
the sky was magnificently painting
slabs of wide blue over our heads.
it was the morning choir reminding all
of us that God was alive and ready for
the cathedral was magnificent.
chiselled like crosses. pristine
in its design. i was seated nearly on
the platform because i was with ann.
the pipe organ burst into music. some
of my very favorite old hymns like
"Great is Thy Faithfulness".
eulogies by two daughters.
i had to suck up my emotions
because everyone else was in a wild,
celebratory joy that chuck now had
Heaven to embrace.
had only minutes to speak to cal
thomas. does your newspaper carry
his column? they should. seconds,
literally, to say "hi" to my dear friend,
wes pippert. there was a private reception
that ann and i completely missed because
the concierge took my bag and put it in
the wrong car, and their bag in ours.
we raced back to georgetown inn. got
it corrected, but by then the private
reception was over. great for us.
was spending a few minutes, alone, with
patty, chuck's wife.
evening came. the sky turning dark blue
as it folded its hands and turned morning
the wind is kicking up again. i hear an owl.
dry leaves everywhere. and i paid homage
to the great man we named colson after.
not an easy trip. but life will never dress-up
in 'easy'. now, it's time to keep the journey
of my soul and hang on to my children's dreams
and do the laundry.