Polkas, Shiner, and a party to send off Papa Jack

My husband on the right, and his brother Tom on the left. My husband definitely looks like his Uncle Jack.

The third funeral this month. Uncle Jack, Papa Jack, Alvin Jack Klesel, of Schulenberg, TX.

Uncle Jack was my favorite of my husband’s family. Since I started dating my husband in 1991, Jack was always kind to me.

Jack was just one of those souls that connected with everyone immediately. He didn’t know a stranger. He was fun, interesting, loving, kind, funny, smart, and just always engaged in what was going on.

He served in WWII, in the Army Air-corps in the Burma/China Theatre. As a clerk in the intelligence wing, he debriefed the Doolittle Raiders upon their return from Tokyo.

When he returned from the war, he had a Grocery Store, the Shiner Beer Distributorship, a Truck Repair shop, and an Insurance Agency.

He had great stories, a great family, he was always involved in his community and church. It was a great honor that one of the Bishops from the Galveston-Houston Diocese came to give the Funeral Mass for Papa Jack.

After leaving St. Rose of Lima Catholic Church, we took the short walk to the cemetery for the graveside service. The VFW officers, and the Knights of Columbus in Full Uniform with swords were on guard. It was a full military service with a 21 gun salute, Taps, the flag folding and presentation. I lost it when they started playing Taps. It was a two hanky cry, for sure.

There was more though! Chris Rybak, “The Accordion Cowboy” played As The Saints Go Marching In as things were wrapping up. We went from crying to singing along, just like Papa Jack would have wanted.

We walked from the Grave site to the Knights of Columbus Hall across the street for the Reception. Everyone who attended the funeral was invited, and encouraged to come. This was a big thing, especially since the Bishop showed up to give Mass. The church was full.

There was beer, a big fried chicken lunch, lots of Kolaches, German Chocolate Cake, Strudel, pies, and Iced Tea.

Chris Rybak, one of Jack’s favorite Polka guys, played all through the reception, and of course, several got up to dance. Just like Papa Jack would have wanted.

I sincerely hope I don’t have to go to a funeral for a while. But this one, for a 96 year old man, who served his country, his community, his church, and his family, is something I will think about for a very long time.

What do you ignore?

We live in a very touchy society.

Being offended is an art form.

We are offended by the news, politics, food choices, traffic, smoking, vaping, perfume, noise, silence, comfort, hardships, weather, education, ignorance, pretense, sex, lack of sex, choices, forced opinions about choices, religion, science, fireworks, patriotism…..

So many people thinking that they know so much but ignore nothing because they are too busy being offended.

What would happen if we would just relax?

Is ignoring the silliness the best way of knowing what is good?

Tomorrow is Monday. Let’s just chill out.

(You know I Had To Do It!)

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Thinking ahead for the new week

Big things coming up next week, and they are on my mind.

Can we get the seminar done with the weather being so unpredictable? Does it matter? –Things can be rescheduled.

Can I get to the office on Tuesday if it freezes? Does it matter? –I can remote print the Power Point.

Do I have to get up at O’dark 30 to fly out for a dinner and entertain clients till midnight? –No, I can go a day early, and make sure I’m fresh and ready for the conference.

Do I really have to worry about how my arms look in this dress? —-No, they are arms, they won’t change the world. Everything else is fine, just get a tiara and no one will be looking at your arms.

Why didn’t the coordinator email me back after I sent the contract and subsequent requests? —Try again.

Why is it so hard to replace the kitchen faucet? —-Let it go and move on, everything will work out.

Sometimes it’s difficult to be inside my own head. At least I’m learning comebacks for the more difficult issues, like Kitchen Faucets.

Unapologetic

It was one of those “Ah Ha” moments.

I’ve been bouncing around two other words for my “Word of the Year”.

Since Grace suited me so well last year, I didn’t want to leave the Word unstated for 2016.

Earlier this afternoon, I thought I’d look at my email.  I got a request for an interview.  I’ve been interviewing, and looking for the ‘right’ job since July.  Nothing ever seemed to pan out.  I trust my ‘creep-o-meter’ implicitly, and when I got passed over for a job before Thanksgiving, I was second guessing myself, and worried.  Beating myself to a pulp for being too picky, waiting too long, not being self-confident, setting the bar “too-low”, being too proud.

See…I was all over the map!

Then I went to my office to clean off a pile of books on my desk, and this was in my reading pile.

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I’ve been browsing through it, making notes, and seeing what resonated with me.  Well, the whole book is great, but what really hit home when going through it, was changing my self perception so that I don’t project any negativity.

I don’t have to apologize for being direct, honest, fierce, or driven, those are all parts of me.  I love them as much as the goofy, funny, dog-loving, bee keeper, nerd parts of me.

Pg 19  Every job I was denied for…opened the door to new opportunities.  Every relationship that hurt me…led me to my true love.  Every mistake I thought would be the end of me…pointed me toward an incredible success.  Sometimes when you think your losing, you’re winning.

So my word for 2016 is Unapologetic.  I will be genuine, and happy in my own skin.

I’m looking forward to the interview with a great expectation of Something Good is coming my way.

 

It’s still not time

  

And still, I wait.  

Interviews, phone calls, looking, seeking,waiting.

Still, I am still.

The universe, my Father has me wait.

Setting in to the silence,

I look forward.

  

Love lists

 

One of my favorite preachers was focusing on Mark 12:31, loving your neighbor as you love yourself…he stopped and posed something interesting.  He said, “so if you don’t love yourself, your neighbor is in big trouble.”

Have you ever been challenged, questioned, queried on what you love?

Did you list yourself?

Do you think your neighbor would be better off if you loved yourself a little better?

Something that I’ve really struggled with.  Love was always an outward projection, something for others, I would have never thought of listing my name on any list.  A paradigm shift for sure.