This weekend we drove down to Houston for a memorial service for the dearest of friends. Too many of us are slipping away due to dementia .
Hey like I said this was a celebration! Friends and family joined together to remember Jim... Jim was the best man in our wedding many moons ago, and he was a special guy. One quick story: Jim was from an Irish neighborhood in the Bronx. My husband Tom is from an Irish neighborhood in Chicago, so is it any wonder that these two young men became fast friends when they found themselves living in Houston, Texas?
One of Tom's first memories of Jim was a phone call he got one day from Jim asking him to please come over. Seems his new lawn mower wouldn’t start.Tom checked it over to see if it was primed etc., and yanked the cord. It started right up! Jim replied “what the hell is that thing"!? ...referring to the cord.You see, he had never mowed a lawn. Tom said if he ever wrote book about Jim, it would be titled There is No Grass in The Bronx.
On the way home yesterday we ran into a horrific traffic backup due to an accident. The trusty GPS on my phone showed us another way.
So happens it was a country road past really pretty fields and ranches.
Even though it added time to our trip, it was so peaceful and enjoyable. I wish as we hurry through life we would take more time and enjoy the back roads available to us in our lives…