Easter

Written Easter

I woke up at 4:30 am in David City. Today is Easter and my travel day back to Salt Lake City.  Although I was awake I stayed in bed for 10 or 15 minute thinking about the week I had just spent with the Lovely Sharon in Nebraska.  It was a good week.  During the week I thought about life, family and friends.  I committed to be a better person, a better husband, a better son, a better father and a better friend.  That is always a goal of mine, to be better.  This week reinforced that goal in my mind.  Sometimes it is easy to not work at being better.  This week was a good reminder for me to try to be better.

This week also made me want to stop and smell the roses more often.  It is is so easy to get caught up in work and the daily grind of life.  This week made me realize how important it is to go take food and puzzels to the Senior Center, to take flowers to the assisted living center and to drive off the main road to Bruno and Abie, Nebraska.  Each of those actions is just an example of doing those things that are not what we normally do.  To give of myself in an manner that I do not typically do.. To get out of the car at the old church and walk in and visualize 100 years of people sitting in the pews seeking God’s help and forgiveness.

At 5:30 a.m. I showered, packed my bag and kissed the Lovely Sharon goodbye.  When I left David City it was still dark, there was a full moon in the western sky and it was a chilly 29 degrees. It was time to go home but I felt a pang of sadness as I slowly drove through town not knowing if I would ever be back. I thought about my mother-in-law and my father-in-law and the three fine children they had raised, one of which is my own dear wife.  They were quiet people, simple people in the most beautiful of ways.  It was my absolute pleasure to know them and to share a little of their life.

The main county road through David City is County Road 15.  I drove down this road under the speed limit not wanting to leave the town or the Lovely Sharon but it was only three miles to route 92 which led directly to Omaha and my plane back to Salt Lake.

There was not much traffic going either west or east on Route 92. As I headed east in the dark, I noticed that each farm house I passed had a single light pole in the  area between the farm house and the barn or equipment shed.  A single light pole with one light helping to guide the residents in their short journey from the house to the barn.   It occurred to me that sometimes we only need one light to help us on our journey through life.  That light maybe a person or a concept or just a kind word from a someone.  Some of the farmhouses were dark inside and some had a light on that I could see through the window as I passed on Route 92.  Families getting ready for Easter.  Maybe going to a church service, or to a dinner with extended family at a park or in a back yard somewhere.  The Lovely Sharon is going to Mass in David City.  After that brother Bob and Amy will pick her up to travel to Lincoln for dinner with brother Ed and Diana.  

For me I flew from Omaha to Minneapolis and I am writing this on a plane from Minneapolis to Salt Lake City.

Happy Easter.