Daily Reflections From My Window

December 12, 2020 Saturday

“The season of Advent means there is something on the horizon the likes of which we have never seen before … What is possible is to not see it, to miss it, to turn just as it brushes past you. And you begin to grasp what it was you missed, like Moses in the cleft of the rock, watching God’s [back] fade in the distance. So stay. Sit. Linger. Tarry. Ponder. Wait. Behold. Wonder. There will be time enough for running. For rushing. For worrying. For pushing. For now, stay. Wait. Something is on the horizon.”

Jan L. Richardson

I don’t know what’s wrong with me and it’s making me nuts. Maybe I’m going through menopause. But I swear I’ve done that a few times. I’m short tempered and have no filter anymore. The thing that bothers me the most is that I haven’t been hopeful-in my heart-lately. I used to always have a big plan going on in my head most days. New plans for an easier way to do something. A new use for alpaca fiber-a new idea for a Guide to help my Macaroni Kid readers. Lately though, I don’t. Must be the state of the world. Say what you will about DT, but he gave me hope. With his determination and with EVERYONE against him, he got up every single day and fought for our country. I really liked that scrappiness.

So yesterday we attended the funeral of a very dear friend, Jack Herbein. Also scrappy. We have known Jack and his wife Angie for over 20 years. We’ve been in the trenches, so to speak, together, working in the church kitchen, preparing Lenten lunches and just spending time together. We talked, we laughed, we shared stories. A second marriage for both, these two were so much in love and adored each other. Let me tell you though, that when I first met Jack, he intimidated me and that was not intentional. He’s a big guy and strong. A former Navy Officer, he worked for PENELEC and later retired. I knew him as Jack, my friend Angie’s husband. As intimidating as he LOOKED on the outside, and he was a former pugilist, nose and all, I would learn that he was a big soft marshmallow on the inside. He LOVED Angie and he loved his family. He LOVED his cats! Bootsie and Bumper were 2 that I remember. Isn’t there some kind of a legend that a cat on a boat was good luck? Brian?

I can’t go over this humble man’s life accomplishments so you can read about them here: https://www.hendersonfuneralhome.com/obituary/John-Herbein

The minister gave an amazing sermon about how Jack epitomized Humility. And Love and Faith. I was stunned when I listened to his accomplishments because he was just Jack and never crowed about anything but his power lifting competitions. Did I mention that he was 82? Yes, he was extremely fit and active to the very end. We need more guys like Jack. That darn doctor got me crying and I just couldn’t stop. He is a wonderful man and this damn virus got one of our best. Thanks China.

Angie shared a story with me before we left. Their cat Bumper had run away a few weeks ago and as sick as Jack was with Covid, he waited and looked for Bumper every day. He expected him to come back. Yesterday morning, Angie’s son went to the door and yelled, “Bumper’s back!” Jack sent Bumper back to comfort Angie. I know it.

The message Jack left, for me at least? His daughter said that though the funeral was lightly attended because of Covid, the people who were meant to be there, were. I believe that. I wish I had a copy of the sermon. Love your family. Love God. Know that He is waiting for us and will welcome us when it’s our time. Serve your community. Be passionate about everything you do. Stay humble.

So thank you Jack Herbein for your friendship. I always felt your undivided attention when we spoke. Everyone did!

Today is a new day and I can’t wait to seize it! Carpe Diem!

Look how fluffy they are!

Remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.

Have a blessed day!

3 thoughts on “December 12, 2020 Saturday”

  1. It sounds like your friend had a wonderful life. The time is never right for losing a loved one, but now it’s God’s turn to have him. It sounds like you’ve got pandemic & election related depression – many of us do and I don’t know of any solution but time. I watch the news and shake my head, wondering if people realize their great grandchildren will still be paying the debt all these proposed “free” programs are going to rack up. No going places, no doing things, just cooped up watching the news in mortification. We have to believe that things will right themselves. We could all stand to spend some time in the fresh (but cold!) air & sunshine, and spend some time in our Bibles. Take care of yourself, my friend.

    1. I agree with you about spending time outdoors snd I’m so blessed to have alpacas who allow me to do that. Thanks for commenting. It really brightens my day and I agree with you about everything you wrote in your comment.

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