“Families stick together in all kinds of trouble.” Proverbs 17:17b
Susan and I took turns getting a big bear hugs from Glen’s brother, Keith, as he left this morning to go back to Iowa. He came to spend Memorial Day weekend with us, but mainly to accompany Susan to the Indianapolis 500 race.
Keith’s a single man who enjoys traveling and seeing the sites of the U.S. It was a pleasure to show him Brown County, walk the streets of Nashville (IN), eat at best pizza at Mother Bear’s, hang around the house, and tell stories that helped us learn more about one another.
In February, Susan bought two tickets for the 100th Indy race–one for herself and one for her dad. Glen and I had planned to be in Indiana to attend Susan’s PhD commencement and hooding ceremony and stay for a couple months to help her move to Upstate New York. The other highlight was for Glen to go to his Indy 500 race, with his daughter.
After Glen died, Susan invited her uncle Keith to go with her. What we didn’t anticipate was how his visit would keep us from overthinking Memorial Day without Glen. Instead, of mindlessly watching Netflix on TV, we spent time honoring his memory reminiscing days of the past. As he left, I said, “Thank you for making Memorial Day weekend so special for us.” He replied, “It was my honor to be here.”
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of family. Amen.