Letting Go

Life lately has been about letting go:

- of the dishwasher (although I salvaged the two drawers to use as mega-drainracks, copper fittings, and drain hose).

- of the inefficient behemoth refrigerator (although I salvaged the glass shelves to use for cold frames, the produce drawers to use as bins, and the door bins for some future use. Also, the drain hose.)

- of expectations that my manufactured home will be considered anything other than a trailer or mobile home by others, even though it's technically a step up from those.

- of my plans to get settled into my new home quickly.


The hardest loss, by far, was that of my nephew, a young man with goals and plans, and hopes and dreams. His unexpected death leaves a huge hole in the lives of his family and friends. Despite the sadness, though, life goes on for the rest of us.

How we live our lives is, I've always thought, more important than how long we are here. Listening to the eulogies delivered during services yesterday set me to wondering what words might be spoken at mine and whether any changes are needed in my life. I suppose loss often triggers a period of reflection and self-assessment. I have no answers yet.