Do you have any collections?

Well, I have a spoon collection – but not the holders , so sitting in a drawer, I have a cd collection – but not a tower – lol – I have a book collection – that is in my phone, and photo albums….

Collections of memories-and today I remember especially Randy Cameron, for whom his widow is having a celebration of life today. He was born in western Canada, just over 70 years ago – he didn’t quite make it to his 70th birthday..he leaves 2 wonderful sons, and a granddaughter who I am told brought him lots of joy.

I have spent the days past staying in touch with Bonnie, who is doing amazing at reorganizing her life, government forms, bank forms, insurance forms , there is an endless list it seems of people to be notified.

I did not know Randy that well. But Bonnie loved him, and they shared a marriage that started when he proposed to her at my hubbies 40th Birthday party. I was sitting in a bathtub at the time. With 3 of my close friends. Her ex husband was also present. Our group is very special and have been friends and enemies since high school and for Bonnie since public school.

We think we know people – we don’t – the everyday events that shape our lives – Randy worked for a Farm Equipment company for many years, and did very well for himself and his family and last year they retired to Florida, the place of his dreams. So happy he and Bonnie got to share time there.

I am sad, sad that he didn’t have more time. Sad that he doesn’t get to see his granddaughter grow up. Sad that he and Bonnie don’t get to spend more twilight years together. Sad for Bonnie who will continue to love Randy with all her heart – and that is where he will stay – in her heart.

Why are we here? I’m having a little trouble answering that question today? We work hard, marry, have children, give to our community. We try and find happiness and joy?

I always think of my own mom at times of sadness – what would she say or do ? She was always giving. Randy gave to his children and Bonnie the best life he could. Full of laughter and tears, good times and bad. Follow your path. Where will it go ? Where will my own path go ?