“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” ~Dr. Seuss
I’ve done a lot of crying these past few days: crying while baking dog biscuits, crying on the phone with people I haven’t seen in decades, crying at a Mexican restaurant in Paris, Kentucky, crying when Beverly’s pastor asked me if I’d like to speak at her memorial (Uh, not unless the church has flood insurance and you want to watch me sob uncontrollably).
I’ve done a lot of smiling, too. When Beverly’s very last smile was given to one of her oldest friends, when her sweet little dogs curled up in the bed with her while we waited for the people from Hospice, and then from the funeral home, to come. When the hospice nurse missed the house in the dark and ended up at the barn and had to use his four-wheel-drive to get out of the mud. When I found a seashell with “HOPE” written on it in sharpie strung on an old piece of string in her jewelry box.
I suspect there’s a lot of crying and smiling to come, so hang with me if my posts are an even more eclectic mix than usual. Here’s what I posted today on Beverly’s blog, Beverly’s Back Porch. Search through, find a fabulous recipe, and think of my fabulous aunt while you cook it. I’d appreciate it.