“You can get back to normal life now,” Only Son told me Monday as I left his house to start the day and a half trip back to South Dakota.
But just over two weeks ago I joined the ranks of middle aged orphans. Normal life is not what it once was. To learn how to live into this new normal is the task at hand.
The trip to bury my father and then to begin to deal with the disposal of my parents’ estate was, well, interesting. A lot of events and conversations happened during these past two weeks, not all of it bloggable but all of it rich. Pondering this time as I drove, I realized that I have lots of unpacking to do—and not just clothes.
Part of me feels freer than I have in years. That itself is worthy of exploration; it is such a surprise.
Episcogranny will have a new format for a while. I usually write chronologically about events that happen in my life. As I start to unpack the myriad events of the two weeks immediately following the death of my father, I will organize posts by topics or concepts. Some titles that immediately spring to mind include Refuge, Revolution, and Charity. This series will have at least four or five different posts, perhaps more.
At least I’ll actually blog.
4 comments:
praying for you, and awaiting your future posts....
You are in my prayers. I became a middle-aged orphan seven years ago. It was a shock for awhile. Love to you, my dear.
I will look forward to reading your posts.
Prayers ascending for you.
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