SAD.... GLAD.... and.. JUST PLAIN WEIRD

SAD....

In that death has visited us once again... This time it was a relative who lived in Windsor Ontario.

Related through marriage....admired because of her kindness.

Due to a lapse in her passport... Mamma would not be able to go over the border...even for a funeral.. in these times without proper papers it would be virtually impossible.

I assured her that Gino and I would go in her place and try to represent her and our family.

The situation just made her doubly sad..

First in the loss of such a good person ... and second not being able to give her condolences.

Her death was not a shock.. because she had been quite ill as of late... but somehow even knowing that someone isn't in the best of health... Time still stands still when you actually hear those words....(................Passed away.)

Having gone through the gut wrenching loss of a parent.. hugging each family member only brought back those feelings of helplessness.

The look in their eyes... say it all.. "I am lost without her... I am hurting from the core of my being".

You....as the person giving your sympathy feel like the words "I'm sorry or I'm sorry for your loss" ring pretty hollow... because you know ( having been in that place) they do ring hollow.

They give no relief from the hurt...and yet those are the only words we have.

During times like these....

I sometimes think the most beautiful moments are those where words are not used at all.. instead a warm embrace and a single tear say it all...

As pitiful as it sounds... and as much as I hated hearing these words when it was me going through this.. it really is true..

Time does heal all wounds.. You are never the same but the hurt does diminish.

GLAD.....

Being that yesterday was Superbowl Sunday... Mr R had made plans to have some of the guys over to watch the game.

Now I know about football about as much as I know about Nuclear Fusion.. and frankly not knowing about both of them is fine with me.

However I did in passing ask him who he was rooting for.. and he said he liked the Colts....but was rooting for the Saints.. and went on to tell me why.

He noted that this team....If they won would exemplify the victory over adversity..not only of a single team... but would in a small way symbolize the courage over adversity of the survivors of Hurricane Katrina.

Say no more...

NOW....the game seemed to have a little more meaning.. and I too would be rooting for the Saints.

We returned home in time to see the final few moments of their win... I gotta admit..I'm happy that the Saints won.. I also happy that the city of New Orleans will finally have something to be .

Celebrate

JUST PLAIN WEIRD

My brother and I left the funeral home..

As we are almost over the Ambassador Bridge... we see that traffic is relatively light.. ( probably because of the game) still as we wait our turn for inspection..

Loud music is coming from one of the vehicles to our left... at first we can't be sure where it is coming from.. but once some of the other cars started moving we could see that two lanes over the source of the 70's flashback was a small Ford.....with the Indian chief from the Village People sitting at the wheel.. smoking away on a cig..

(Was it a cigarette?)

At least that's who I figured he was...Being that the guy in the car LITERALLY had a full Indian headdress on.. I am not even joking...

Rocking out to the music...

We both just kind of laughed at this guys antics...

Laughed that is until it was our turn at the booth...

Our female boarder patrol officer began to question us on our stay in Canada..when suddenly she was diverted by something.

She asked my brother to turn off the vehicle and give her the keys.. she headed for the rear of the car....

At first we thought she was going to look in the trunk.. and he offered to open it from inside.

she said no that wasn't necessary... and placed his keys up high on a hook... and proceeded over to the lane with the disturbance.. she and about 10 other boarder patrol officers.. converged on the epicenter of stupidity...

Since our vantage point didn't' allow us to see anything going on..I quickly turned down the radio in a vain effort to at least eavesdrop on the commotion..

Words were defiantly being bantered about.. and many of the boarder patrol had their hands on guns ...at the ready...

It didn't take long to find out what all the ruckus was about... apparently BIG CHIEF Ding Dong was giving everyone a little bit of a hassle and before we knew it...was being escorted (Still in headdress) to the main inspection area.

We both looked at each other as if to say... did that really just happen?

Our officer came back ... cool as a cucumber and finished her inquiry.. as if this sort of thing happened everyday !

Man..

I lead a boring life..

So there you have it... in the course of one 24 hour day.....I had truly run the gamut of emotions.. Who knows what today will bring..

It's early.