Last week was a long week spent counting blessings. I am "blessed" to have two best friends, Becky and Paula. We have been friends for almost 40 years. My dad passed away when I was 30, Paula's dad a few years ago and now Becky's dad is gone. Their mothers both died very young. My mother is the last of our parents still living. She has been waiting for the Grim Reaper for almost twenty years. She scuffs along through her days like a little old lady of 90 rather than the 79 year old that she is. She drives me nuts, but I love her. Tuesday was the memorial service for my best friend's dad. It was a celebration of his life and we laughed and cried throughout the service. Thursday night, my husband and I went to a black tie dinner downtown. My hubby and his co-workers were being honored for working twenty years or more. They have been blessed to have chosen a career with good job security and an employer who appreciates them. Friday, we drove to the San Joaquin Valley Veteran's Cemetery in Gustine. Becky's dad was laid to rest among the veterans who have served our country. He served in World War II and his entire battalion perished on D Day at Normandy. He was "blessed" with a case of the mumps and was kept stateside. After the ceremony, we drove up to a hill, overlooking the cemetery, and toasted him with champagne and strawberries. For many years, he went to brunch on Sundays and champagne with strawberries was always waiting at the table for him. Yesterday, my son in law barbecued and we celebrated my daughter's upcoming birthday. Surely, I was "blessed" the day she was born.
All week long, I kept looking at my cupboard door thinking about my own blessings. Nancy sent me a beautiful "blessing ring". It is for hanging your "blessings" from internet friends. If I could add every "blessing" that I have been given, that ring would be too full to hang on a door.