a mayoral day and last words

“As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of
our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships
with this best and truest friend of mankind that death’s image is not only no longer
terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling.”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

(the mayor awaits Moppie’s arrival / Abby Cook / 2019)

The Mayor out to brunch with the fam /Julie Cook / 2019))

“This God of all goodness has made those things easy which are common and necessary
in the order of nature, such as breathing, eating, and sleeping.
No less necessary in the supernatural order are love and fidelity,
therefore it must needs be that the difficulty of acquiring them is by no means
so great as is generally represented. Review your life.
Is it not composed of innumerable actions of very little importance? Well,
God is quite satisfied with these.
They are the share that the soul must take in the work of its perfection.”

Jean-Pierre de Caussade, p.7
An Excerpt From
Abandonment to Divine Providence

A quick thought on this Monday morning that actually came about on the night prior—
Sunday had been a busy day for us—filled with driving and keeping up with a squirmy worm,
aka the Mayor.

Before the bad storms were to hit Sunday morning, we drove over to Atlanta.
We spent the day with the Mayor and her two close aides, along with the two assistants,
Auntie Sheba and Sister Alice (aka Dad’s cat and our son’s dog) as the storms rolled into
the Atlanta area.

They had actually gotten a new TV and wanted us to see it—
TVs were my Dad’s “thing”…not so much mine but my son seems to have inherited
that from his “Pops”—-so as a family, we watched the movie Hook…
…and that was not lost on my thoughts….once again as a family.

The last time, and the first time, we saw this movie was when our son was a very little boy…
— the tale, at that time, was a heartfelt reminder to my husband,
as well as to most adults—-
for the gist of the lesson of importance from this movie was that of being present
in our children’s lives—
It was a thought that both work and life be damned—for our children so very much needed
us to be “present”—-and that thought has not changed in the 28 years since that movie first
came out.
But that is a post for another day.

And yes, bless Robin Williams

Once the storms had finally past, it was late in the evening and sadly the time had
come for us to bid our farewells to this little family as we headed west—back home.
(I don’t cry nearly as badly as I use to when leaving my beloved Mayor)

Despite the heavy rains having moved out, it was still very misty and drizzling–
the roads were still very wet and coupled with very poor visibility.

My husband and I both remarked how badly the lane lines needed repainting on the interstate
as they were barely visible.

I noted that one car didn’t have their lights on.
Despite being 7:30, it was pitch dark.
The interstate was jam-packed full of both cars and tractor-trailer trucks…
much like a typical late afternoon…
and here was a totally dark car traversing the roadways on a very treacherous night.
Aiyyyiii Ayi!!

“Does anyone ever stay at home any more?!” my husband quips.

We kept driving.

I was amazed at the consistent speed of the traffic mass—
75 was the slow average…with 70 being the speed limit—
I was clocking between 78 and 80 trying to keep up, yet I was being
passed left and right—conditions were terribly poor and yet everyone was driving
like an Indy 500—
with several cars darting in, out and around…
I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

At one point my husband commented just how trafficky it was.
Amazed that this was a Sunday night while the interstate was a sea of vehicles.

My response was a deadpan “yeah boy”

And that was when it hit me…”yeah boy”…
wonder if a car suddenly jerked over into my lane, wonder if someone slammed on their brakes,
wonder if one of the crazy cars darting in and out, darted without really looking…??

“yeah boy” could have easily been my final words.

Did I want “year boy” to be the last words I uttered to my husband?!

And so I spent the next serval dark wet miles pondering the notion of “last words”

Finally, thankfully, we made it home in one piece.

Tired after a long day…but thankful to be home while still sad that The Mayor was
now over an hour away…yet I was still left thinking about what it is we say…
that which we say so flippantly, so often, without thinking.

We are living in a time within a culture that takes words for granted.
A time in which we change and alter the meaning or the context of our words
to suit our current whims, wants and desires…with a usually costly
consequence for our fellow man…or woman.

We use our words against one another quickly, pointedly and profanely as we use them
to shame, offend, spread falsehoods and to deeply wound our neighbors.

We use them to spread maliciousness, lies, and accusations…most often the
fodder of that which is untrue.

Perhaps it’s time we start thinking about our words…those words offered to
others…offered with little to any real thought…or words offered with
calculating cunningness that are meant to not merely hurt but rather to destroy.

“Yeah boy”…not what I would like to know were the last words uttered to my husband…

I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak,
Matthew 12:36

***once we got home Sunday night, I read where up to 14 (sadly now 23 and rising) folks had lost their lives
in the storms— a tornado, in Alabama.
May our prayers be for those families who lost their loved ones Sunday evening and for those whose
lives are now turned inside out…

24 comments on “a mayoral day and last words

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    The Mayor grows more adorable each day. What a cutie. Your post about words comes at just the right time as my granddaughter is doing an essay on the poem “Changing the World, One Word at a Time.” I had never read it before. Written I believe by three young ladies. It speaks to this very subject and how our words have so much clout today. Your ideas spark some ideas for me to pass on to her as she completes this assignment. Our younger generation is in need of communication skills. Face to face stuff is lost on texting and snap chat. Oh for a simpler life for our children.

    • I’m glad that something I’ve tried to express may assist another— you are so right about face to face communication skills — they, our younger generations, grow more and more isolated each day….it all gives me great pause as I think about the Mayor’s future and that if her soon to new sheriff

      • atimetoshare.me says:

        They’ll be fine. Moppy and Poppy are a great influence and so are the parents. It is a scary time to raise a family, but looking back it wasn’t a cake walk when we did it either.

      • I pray so Kathy—for dark days seem to be looming on the horizon…

  2. hatrack4 says:

    We started our drive home from church late. Our Lenten Bible study was after the second worship service and it snowed hard the entire time we were in the study. I tried to not look out the windows. But the pavement was still warm, and we made it home to roost.

    I had the worst driving experience in my life on the same stretch of road, going the other way. We were going home to SC after visiting my folks in MS. The exit just west of six flags provided one young kid, picking up his girlfriend at the Hardees, a chance to come onto the Interstate. Without looking, he crossed five lanes of traffic to the far left lane, going fairly slow. The only way that I missed him was to slam on the brakes. I let him know that I was displeased as I passed. He then sped ahead, pulled in front and slammed on the brakes. I simply switched lanes. He did it again. I switched lanes again. By this time a Nissan Z zoomed up and yelled that he would provide interference. Each time that the punk tried cut me off, the Z cut him off. My old car had a post at 85 mph, beyond that, you had no idea how fast you were going. From six flags to the 75/85 interchange, I was doing in excess of 85. At the interchange, the Z caught up with me, laughing, waving, and then turning south.

    I learned to never express my displeasure in other people’s driving that day.

  3. Tricia says:

    I spend a lot of time on the roads and the amount of traffic and just sheer nonsense I’ve witness continues to amaze me. Yup, words are important and it’s never been more important I think to not only choose them wisely and with intent, but to call out those who shamelessly twist their meanings. Good post Julie, hope the storms have passed.

    • Such is our weather here in the south—mild and nearly warm temps, things begin blooming…theb bam, storms sweep through and we’re now back to the throws of winter!
      If it’s going to windy, grey and frigid, it might as well snow!

  4. So did you quickly follow up the “Yeah, boy” with some other words that you wouldn’t mind being the last ones? 😉 If I had been in your place, I would have stressed over that. 😆😆 And the mayor is soo adorable… more and more beautiful all the time! Love you, dear Jules! 💜💜

  5. SLIMJIM says:

    Sobering. What a reminder of the shortness and frailty of human life.

  6. Wally Fry says:

    The Mayor is a doll! First, prayers for all you all down that way. That was a bad deal. You know, death is that way; it claims 100 percent of us. I ponder that quite a bit lately, as I am now surrounded by people who are much closer to that part of life than the other, beginning, part. It’s somewhat sobering to think that every single person I serve at work is going to pass, and probably in the fairly near future.

    James 4:14  Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

    • working with the elderly has that draw Wally—just the time I spent with Dad reminded of that.
      And so now that Gregory and I, along with my cousins are the only ones who remiain as the matriarchs and partricachs of the family as we are all grandparents—we are our parents and now our grandparents…it gives great pause…

      • Wally Fry says:

        It does. My aunt who just died was the last. Now it’s just the cousins and one of us is gone. I’m the youngest so it’s possible I could watch then all go before me.

      • I remember thinking that at first it was mother, then my grandparents then dad then my aunt— is the alone— and here I stand

  7. oneta hayes says:

    Put forty years and a pair of glasses on the Mayor and she will look like you. Your post is full of rich fodder for our consumption. I love this: “Is it not composed of innumerable actions of very little importance? Well, God is quite satisfied with these.” Hopefully my life of little actions and little words will be done well.

  8. Exactly…
    “I tell you, on the day of judgment people will giv account for every careless word they speak,”
    Matthew 12:36
    This verse makes me wonder if we believers really do believe that God’s every Word is true…🤔

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