Take a look at the picture of yesterday morning’s snow taken from our back door window and imagine Crystal’s need to find a place to “go”. I’m so glad I am not a dog.
Tomorrow will be mostly sunny. I plan to go with My Joy to her therapy in Elkhart. I will come home with her to keep my regularly scheduled game play with friends at 2:00 p.m, and after the games I will go to My Joy’s apartment for the joy of the evening.
The TV Weatherman has just said that the snow on the ground is the consistency of confectioner’s sugar, and warned that it will be a problem tonight when the wind cranks up and the temperature drops to an expected -1 degree. In the words of the man who knows the weather, this will be a dangerous event.
Yesterday noon our family was warmed by a traditional food enjoyed annually by Haitians. The official name is “pumpkin soup.” Its ingredients are bits of simple foods available to Haitians. Our family has not forgotten the years that Rachel and Eldon and their sons lived in Haiti. They learned to appreciate new foods, new languages and culture, and made many new friends that enrich our lives.
Friends that come once or twice a year are Kenson Theus and Hannah Hoover. Kenson is a graduate of Goshen College. He played with my grandsons in Haiti and they share many memories. Kenson has passed all necessary tests and will soon take the needed oaths to have dual citizenship with both Haiti and the US. Haiti will recognize his US citizenship, but the US will not recognize his Haitian citizenship. He works as a site supervisor and assistant architect for a firm that builds hospitals in Haiti.
We are remembering the happy but final days that Rhoda was with us. She had regained enough strength to go shopping with Conrad’s children and me. Today is the second anniversary of her final full day among us. We miss her, and I often wish I could relive those final days. But I cannot allow the impossibility of that to keep me from enjoying the present goodness of God in the blessings he has given me.
My Joy’s two daughters visited her during the holiday’s past. Obviously, she had hours alone with them. But I was with them long enough to have a deeper appreciation for their care for their mother, and long enough for them to confide to their mother that they thought we were a “cute” couple.
My sympathy is with Merle Cordell whose wife Beulah passed away the day before Christmas. Merle and I grew up in the Marion Congregation. He remained to serve as a bishop of the congregation for fifty years and he reported that he thinks he has read all of my posts. Joseph Baer, his sister, Mary, and I have memories of the Marion Congregation. Joe and I attended Eastern Mennonite School during our high school years. Now we are together in our eighties at Goshen, and he is receiving hospice care at Greencroft health care. There are many reminders of our frailty and mortality.