Post Number Fifty-Nine

Let Us Celebrate the Feast of Love

One year since her death. Three years and six months since the battle began. Forty years years since we met in Cantata Academy of Metropolitan Detroit.  Today I left the office early and came home knowing that I had to do something to recognize the agony of my heart on the first anniversary of Terry's death.

I thought I would take time to place a little more of her ashes in the ground around the Peace Pole in front of our Lake Louise home.  As I made my way to the spot I looked to see the tree that Carl and Anna, Mary and Andrew planted in honor of our 35th wedding anniversary. That was the better location I thought.

I moved the mulch away and dug a small hole in the ground.  I wanted music so I programed my iPod to play a song from Carl's Cd The Wesley Project:

Hands and hearts and voices raise
Sing as in the ancient days
Antedate the joys above
Celebrate the feast of love.

What a thought.  What we shared was nothing less than a feast of love; a foretaste of perfection. It was a feast filled with sweet delights and savory treats.  It ended too soon, but I am left with a satisfaction of heart and a longing for more.

I have worked hard today not to make this a day of deep sadness.  I found great joy in voting for President Obama this morning because I know how much joy casting that vote would have brought to Terry.  There is the pleasure of working at Lake Louise and being a part of moving that great ministry into new vitality.  I thought of how Terry would have loved the new ideas and the increased numbers.  Tonight I will rehearse with the Little Traverse Choral Society and remember our days in Cantata Academy.  These things remind me of her and the spirit she brought to my life and our lives together.

Satisfaction in the abundance of love that we shared, and a longing for more.  There is life to live and love to advance and perhaps another feast to prepare.

Dave Gladstone

Love Feast