Two Years Later
by Fred Prout
September 26th will mark the two year anniversary of our physical move from Timber Valley. I say physical move because mentally, emotionally, and spiritually we never left. We moved because…
I keep trying to answer that. I have never been a particular believer in “The unseen hand ,” “ Fate “, “ Divine intervention “ or any other religious philosophy.
But, move we did. We had in mind that Rita needed to be in a place where she would be taken care of if something happened to me. She had survived many illnesses including breast cancer. I have often wondered if we somehow “ knew she would be diagnosed with another illness within a week of moving. Did we get some help making the decision?
She fought hard and died peacefully. She made the world better for all who knew her. I am a better person for having loved her.
A couple of friends have made comments like “ I wish you still lived here.” Well, in the strictest sense, we never really believed that we lived at Timber Valley. We considered it a privilege to be a part of Timber Valley. For many years we joined with you to help make Timber Valley a special place. I understand that some members have chosen not to participate in the many opportunities to be a part of this great organization. I feel bad for you because you are missing that feeling of belonging that Rita and I had. If it weren’t for the dreadful pandemic, I would be there with you to help. But, you know I am with you in spirit.
Don’t get me wrong, Linus Oakes is a very nice place too. The staff is fantastic and I have made many friends. Considering my current needs, it is the right place for me to be. It only has one drawback. I am a resident. I live here. Perhaps if we never had an opportunity to be a part of something, we would have never known the difference.
PS. I just re-read this piece and it’s a little too somber. Sooooo…..
Q: What did the vulture say to his vegan male offspring?
A: Carrion, my wayward son.
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