Today I’ll be making some posters for tomorrows celebration. I also plan to make a bread pudding with the last of the cookies.
At the last moment, I’ve been telling people to wear red, which is Gpa’s favorite color, or to wear their favorite color. I am going to go through his clothes and pull out all the things that are red. If someone didn’t get the message, they can pick out one of his things and wear red after all.
My daughter told me yesterday that people are most worried about her and I being the most upset. But we aren’t really. Partly because it isn’t really true yet, and partly because the end was as good as the life he lived. This isn’t a tragedy, there isn’t anything to mourn. He lived and died the way he wanted to without bringing harm (or much) to others.
He has truly set a high standard, one I hope to continue.
We’ll be on the pavilion if the weather is nice otherwise we’ll move to the kitchen where he spent many happy hours drinking his and other’s coffee.
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Laura – you might like the poem I posted on my blog yesterday (on dementia) http://catterel.wordpress.com/2013/01/18/nil-desperandum/
Blessings