I started getting caught up with my bloggers yesterday morning. The first thing I realized was that we had lost some friends. I was so sad, haven't cried that hard in a while. How kind it was for their daughter to get on Margie's blog and get us updated. I was hoping to meet Margie some day and get all her Weight Watcher's RV eating success secrets. Another opportunity missed while I wait to get on the road.
My attitude about death is unusual, and something I don't share with most people. When I get so sad, I know it's sadness for me and for their family. We will miss them. Our lives are diminished without them around for us to touch. There is not an ounce of me that is sad for the dead ones. They've got it made! Joy and giggles are found as I think of what they get to do, and not do, now....
-- Their rig will never break down
-- They never have to dump another tank
-- The weather will never be too hot, too humid, too cold, or too anything.
-- They will never have to fill the rig with gas again.
-- No bumpy roads or rude neighbors
-- No accidents, EVER
-- No insurance to pay or paperwork to deal with.
-- No points to count or dishes to wash
-- No dog poop to pick up
-- They can be anywhere, anytime, as fast or as slow as they want to get there.
-- No unruly crowds or long lines.
-- There will always be a perfect spot for their rig, with a fabulous view and with any hook-ups they want.
-- Money is never a problem
-- No sadness, no worry. Only play and joy and friends and beauty.
-- They get to watch and be with all their family & friends all the time.
I could go on and on. Still writing through tears. I am sad for myself. For all of us that will never get to meet Bruce and Margie in this life. So sad for their family. My prayers and good thoughts are with them.
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