I had a great weekend in Denver Colorado this past weekend.
But I must be honest, there was a full range of emotion experienced, including sadness and sorrow!
I can not imagine the reality of losing my Mom or Dad, and yet my cousins have already had to say good-bye to both their parent.s
And so, a part of our visit to Denver was to ensure we took time to remember Aunt Sim and Uncle Ben.
As we got out of the car, I was struck by the silence. We were the only ones in this section of the cemetery. I had just heard the story of how Uncle Ben carefully selected this spot when Aunt Sim died. One thing he really liked, was the wind chime tower.
And so, as we stood in the silence, I noticed how clearly I could hear the gentle sounds of the wind chimes. As our tears fell, I found comfort in the depth and spontaneous rhythm that quietly filled a very large void.
I wonder if you have a memory you associate with wind chimes. I must say that my love for the wind chime grew deep roots this past weekend. Uncle Ben was a very thoughtful and creative man. I am touched by his selection of where to entrust his wife’s body to the ground. This weekend we talked about the irony that in some sense, it matters not where we call our final resting place, and yet, there is some comfort when the place chosen reflects something peaceful. I believe Uncle Ben selected this spot for Aunt Sim with much thought and consideration. If he was standing there with us, I would have said, well done Uncle Ben. And I especially love the wind chimes!