Do you believe in coincidence or happenstance?
If you’ve been reading this blog you know that the last year has been crazy for us. It began with the death of my father-in-law last August. That took us back to Western New York several times, for his funeral, an estate sale, house painting and fixing, a second funeral when my mother-in-law died and then there was the selling of the house. In between there was a family reunion to attend. We were back “home” more this year than probably in our entire marriage.
But it didn’t all begin just a year ago but a year ago exactly. And no need to look at the calendar.
Every year in Green Bay, WI., since 1982, there has been a festival called ArtStreet. It’s an end of summer art fair. There are also food booths, community booths, kid’s area and entertainment stages featuring music and dance. Over the years Curt and I have been volunteers, on organizing committees, or had our own booth where we sold his ceramics. For many years now, we have just attended. We usually go on Saturday morning ( it’s a two-day event), and last year while we were returning home, my cell phone rang and we were informed that Curt’s Dad had fallen. He never regained consciousness and died overnight. In between then and now, all of those events I talked about earlier occurred.
Since the end of July we’ve been trying to close on the house and many times we thought it was going to happen before August. But with four siblings all living in different states, getting papers signed has been an experience in patience with realtors, lawyers , appraisers, inspectors, FedEx and the postal service. Finally last Wednesday, after all of the cancellations and rescheduling, we received the message, “The check is in the mail.”
Today was the beginning of ArtStreet weekend 2011. We went out this morning, Saturday morning, as usual. Bought some art, met some old friends.When we returned home, there in the mailbox was the check, the house was officially sold, signaling the end of a year of family loss and family bonding. Of course, for another family, the one who bought the house, it’s a new beginning.
What a coincidence.