Last Saturday morning, around 4 am, my Aunt Garnet passed away. I found out on Sunday when I called her sister, Aunt Patty, to find out what her condition was. She was hospitalized for a couple of weeks and I was hoping to visit her... Garnet was 91 years old and had buried one son and one daughter-n-law already. Her husband Bill passed away years ago. Steve has always called her Aunt "Granite". Not because of her age (he met her almost 30 years ago) but because he could get away with it. One more term of endearment from the heart of Steve Black.
I made plans to go to the Visitation Tuesday night and the Burial Mass Wednesday morning. Thank God, He was able to change my mind...He had a much different visitation planned for me on Tuesday night.
My son Daniel had been in Jake Kuenzli's 2nd Wedding on August 16th. Actually, I found out that Jake married Kim 3 times when we sat and talked in my living room! Kim is from Canada and the first two marriages where there. The 3rd time was in Columbus, Ohio, where Jake's parents, Tim and Linda Kuenzli now live. Before I continue, let me put a link to Kim and Jake's Blog here so I can get back to my story: http://www.climbinggirl.blogspot.com/
It was on Kim's blog that I found the picture of their 1989 VW Vanagon you see here. Jake proudly showed off the fine specimen of German Engineering, packed and ready for their year of travel around the United States. What a Honeymoon! Poor guy didn't realize during the moments he was proudly showing me the refrigerator and the many other cool compartments, I was seeing a twin of my "Silver Bullet", my 1988 VW Vanagon. My eyes wandered to the front seats and I opened the passenger door. On July 23, that was where I made my last exit from my beloved Volkswagon. I stroked the upholstery and rolled down the window. Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I asked Kim if I could open the glove box...
I can't be sure how many times I hugged Jake and kissed his neck. I rubbed his head and prayed for traveling mercies. The visit had to be short so they would make it to Red River Gorge, Kentucky, their stop for the night. I stood in my driveway and watched them pull away. In a vehicle full of camping and climbing equipment, lots of love and hope for the future and a huge chunk of my grateful heart. Godspeed. I rejoiced and remembered that God will make all things new. He will continue to heal my broken heart just as he has healed my broken body.
When we are finally able to retrieve our personal belongings from the VW, which remains impounded, I'll be able to get the magnet off the dashboard that maybe I'll give to Jake.
It has the VW symbol and says: Drivers Wanted.
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