A few weeks ago I wrote about losing two high school friends: Herb and Joe.
Yesterday, we said our final goodbyes to each of these people so precious in my life.
There were two separate events, and Tom and I managed to attend each one.
What I went into thinking would be a sad, sad day turned out to be a celebration of remembrance, reuniting with old friends, and definitely testament to how loved both of my friends were.
Hundreds of classmates, friends and family, co-workers and people they met along the way of their lives came together to celebrate the memory of two really good men.
I came away from the day not with the overwhelming sadness that I thought I would feel, but with a feeling of gratitude that I had been one of the people so blessed to be called friend by both Herb and Joe.
It felt good to be in the Valley again. I love living up the hill by the lake, but every now and again, I just need to get back to my roots. While some folks (me included from time to time) get sick of the dirt that comes with farming, it is still good to be home, to smell the dirt and see the beauty of an open field.
It is always amazing to me that some folks just don’t get the beauty of it or the comfort of living a country life.
Years ago when I first moved back to Colusa County and lived at my grandparents’ home at the orchard, I wrote about a visit I had from my dad. I wrote how we leaned against the pickup bed and discussed life in general and also the walnut crop we might expect that year. My dad was a wise man and I valued his opinion. I didn’t always agree, and I sometimes went on to do whatever I needed to do the way I wanted to do it, but I still valued his opinion.
There was just something about that moment of conversation, leaning like a farmer against the pickup truck that I knew I had made the right decision to move home again.
Yesterday was a day filled with memories. It was filled with love and remembrances of days gone by.
Not only did I think of the good times now gone with Herb and Joe, but I was reminded of what good people I have been surrounded by my entire life.
My friends Sue and Brad are brother and sister and they refer to their time growing up in the little town of Arbuckle as being magical.
I think those of us who grew up in rural America in the 50s and 60s truly did live in a magical time. We were blessed just being there.
Last night we attended the annual Grimes Ladies Aid Dinner & Bazaar. It is the kick-off to the holiday season and always the best meal of the year. Again we were greeted by old friends.
They say you can never go home again. I beg to differ. I did, and it has just gotten better and better.
Things have of coursed changed, but the people, the heart of the communities is still in tack. Yes, you can go home again. Maybe not to stay, but surely for a visit. . .
Life is good today.
— Kathy Craigo-Harteis is a publicist, speaker, and life coach. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.