the flight before the funeral

Preparing for a big trip has been relatively scary. In many ways, it feels as though I’m cleaning up after my own funeral.

Everything I won’t be using within the next few years is being repurposed to others for their enjoyment while I’m away: bus passes, coupons, cookbooks, materials for hobbies like making beeswax candles, REI toys, etc.

Insurance on things I no longer use must be cancelled–I finally sold my car! and my health insurance isn’t much help outside of Michigan, let alone the good ole US of A.

Everything is being organized for my departure! I’m selling things that I no longer use for a few extra dollars, I’ve said my goodbyes and see you laters, and I’ve plucked the chin hairs of my cyberspace life by cancelling dormant email accounts and credit cards I won’t be needing overseas.

I’m truly letting a lot go before entering the next phase of my life. I’ve tried my best to leave everything tidy before I fly out, putting everything in order as day begins to fade, setting the clock of my heart for dawn’s arrival.

Despite the time this shedding has taken, it has been fun to let go of the addendums and chisel my way down to a few central necessities of life. That being said, I still have a long way to go.

To end, my family and I spent the past few days at the State Park in Harrisville, MI, which has been an ongoing family tradition for at least 3 generations. The entire weekend was a tribute to Grandpa Jolly, who passed away in December of last year. We took time to remember him by doing all of his favorite things–observing the moon rise, drinking a cold beer at Ki Cuyler’s, singing “These Bones” around a roaring campfire with the aunts and uncles, and participating in the trash olympics. Here are a few of my favorite pics from the weekend.

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Grandpa Jolly’s life inspired others to jump up and squeeze the goodness out of life while grinning from ear to ear. He embodied and embraced the challenge to fly before the funeral. I want to live like that, too, like Mark Twain once said:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

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