So I'm settled back into life at home -- slept all I needed to, and am SO happy to be back home. After years of traveling, I learned that a trip of 10-12 days is best for me -- after that, I get the schpilkes, as D1 noted. This one was 14 and terrific, but in the future I'll remember to truncate the long trips a bit.
We were invited to a "Celebration of Life" for Bob, who had died while we were away -- he had just turned 70. Bob was, as my friend Kenny so aptly described his father Manny at Manny's memorial, not a great man, but more importantly, a good man. He put his family above all -- and adored his wife and girls and 4 grandkids.
We got there at his girl Sam's townhouse in Cutler Bay -- there was a table set up with a picture of Bob and a candle, and I started thinking about what I would say if called upon to share some memories of the deceased. But I never got the chance -- no words were spoken at all.
More and more people came -- from Jeannette's extended Latin Jewish family, and family friends through the years, and I realized we had been there several hours, and then it occurred to me that no one was going to speak. I was held captive for about 10 grueling minutes from an old friend of the family who thought we needed to know every medical detail about her daughter in Tampa's pregnancy. We didn't need to know every detail.
We left, and Wifey correctly noted that each family is different in dealing with loss. Still, I told her that if she ever hosted a shiva for me, I DAMN well expect people to talk about my life and me, especially if I'm paying (or my estate is) for their food and drink. Wifey said my wishes were duly noted.
So another noble mule has gone to his reward. We weren't close, but Bob was a good man.
Meanwhile, a new week dawns, and I can't wait to see my grandsons. They're both in camp, and the plan is for me to fetch Little Man Wednesday, and meet up with Baby Man at the house. Wifey and I brought them wooden marionettes from Prague, and I think Little Man will love his, as he puts on shows using his couch as a stage. Hopefully Baby Man doesn't toss his.
Tauk, the tour provider, also gave us medallions to commemorate our journey, and I will give them to the boys explaining that they are ancient Danube River coins. I will also tell Little Man that I met some actual Adiptian (Egyptian) women on the flight home, but they weren't mummies. We have SO much to catch up with.
We Zoomed with Joelle and Kenny last night, and will plan a visit to Maine for October. I do love the Fall -- the only season I miss from my childhood away from The Tropics, and hopefully our trip will coincide with leaf season -- though in this era of warming, you never know.
We also discussed the possibility of a New Year's Eve cruise. Their friends Adam and Phil do this each year -- just 4 days roundtrip from Miami on a luxe ship. Maybe it's time to bury our recent tradition of going to sleep early NYE in favor of some partying on the high seas. We will see...
Adam and Phil are great guys. They met in Orthodox Yeshiva in Brooklyn as young men, and then met again in college --both were pre-med. They realized that they had much more in common than study of the Torah, and ended up together.
Phil is a Peds Radiologist and Adam an eye doc. They're a ton of fun to be around, and with their high dual incomes without being dragged down economically by kids -- take the best trips. It's be a blast to go along with them.
So the heat is here, but not oppressive yet -- I did my 3 miles this am with barely a sweat. Maybe I'm just getting immune.
I made an appointment for band camp later this month. Dr. Shah, my GI, said he thought he'd see me sooner than later after my colonoscopy several months back -- he was right. Yay. Band camp. Oy.
Part of being the noble mule -- like Bob, of blessed memory. We are what we are...