and then your eyes land on the socks that have always been there for you-
they scream love
they match nothing and everything
they are who you go to every time.
Well, their time has come.
Michigan Old Man Winter does not allow for threadbare socks. He punishes you for your dependence “favorite clothing.” He mocks your need for comfort and familiarity. He laughs when you try to put your shoes on without untying them, causing the thin to become even thinner.
It’s best to just say goodbye before the Old Man catches you trying to force the issue.
Goodbye, green-striped socks. You were good to me.
We’ve said a lot of goodbyes this week.
The socks were not so legitimate. The 4-Runner is barely mentionable. Both made me cry but only because I was at my heart’s threshold to handle change and uncertainty and the loss of the familiar.
This afternoon we will honor and celebrate Lam Mulder…Curt’s grandfather…who passed away Thursday night. He lived a full and wonderful life of 95 years. He was a man of incredible faith, which he passed on to Bob…who has passed it on to Curt…and we are thankful for that legacy. He was a creative man…who had a hand in designing much of the furniture you call “familiar” and “comfortable.” He was a sweet Grandpa, who took the kids for rides in his Rolls…and something about french fries and not telling Grandma. We didn’t see him enough…and there are always regrets…but he was a constant…something familiar and comfortable…and he will be missed.
But we are so very thankful…for a life of faith
and the sure knowledge that he is now where he always wanted to be.
And you just can’t really be sad when you look at it like that.