“The wisest men follow their own direction.” ~ Euripides
Tuesday, at high noon, I set out on the Great American Road Trip ready to travel in whichever direction the wind blew. My sails were unfurled, my ship was seaworthy and my spirit was soaring with the eagles when an unexpected wind caught my sails. Two hours from my home port, heading down the Mass Pike, riding a strong head wind to New York, I received a phone call from a family member that, like an ocean squall, slammed into my ship, knocking her over on her beam ends. Grumps, who I mentioned in the previous post as my “amazing, strong and placid ninety-five year-old grandfather who’s always been like a rock, unhindered by the turbulent waves around him”, had died.
I also mentioned in my previous post the card that my next door neighbor gave me that read: “The purpose of life is to celebrate living.” So now, that is what me, my family and all the friends who knew Grumps’ will do —
we will celebrate the life of this great man.
The link below will take you to a ten-minute slideshow of pictures:
(Thank you Christopher Quinn for all your effort.)
I hope you have an opportunity to celebrate the lives of those who have helped to navigate your ship and fill your sails with a gentle breeze.
The gam continues…