Mondays–V4E27–Musing

The Great Hunter and his girls, blurred to protect the innocent. lol

Usually on Friday morning I’m going through the blog post I’ve written the days before and getting ready to post it. This morning, my page was blank as I couldn’t think of anything to write about. The Great Hunter and I haven’t done much of anything together this last week except put roof rails on my Kia in preparation for our trip next week. That, of course, ended up in an argument because the Great Hunter (bless his heart) was doing it wrong and didn’t particularly like me telling him he was wrong.

But even as I complain about the Great Hunter and how we do (or don’t) get along, I don’t know what I would do without him. You know the old saying that death comes in threes? Just in the last couple of weeks, five people I know have died and all of them have been sudden. Three of them left behind widows who must now find a way to survive without their other half. That scares me. I see what torture my sister-in-law has experienced these last two years without my brother. I know people can move past a loss and still prosper and be happy in their lives, but the agony it must take to get there is so scary.

The Great Hunter and I often sit in our backyard and watch the baby squirrels play near their nest in the knot of the huge cottonwood tree.

The Great Hunter is nine years older than me and if things go the way they most normally do, I will outlive him. Blessedly, he and I are both in good health, but when God calls you home, you go. So I worry about the pain I would experience if he would die before me and I also worry about the pain he would face if I would die before him. He professes so much love for me, telling me that I am his world and that he’s never loved anyone the way he loves me; that I am the most important thing in his life. I know he loves his children, but until about twenty-five years ago, he didn’t spend much time with them. Now he spends as much time as he can with his oldest son. He still doesn’t see his other two children very much because they don’t live near us. They don’t reach out and neither does he.

So that’s where I am this somewhat chilly, sunny Friday morning; finishing up a sewing project, thinking about the cleaning I need to do and planning our mini vacation for next week. And most of all, thankful to God for all our blessings.

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