Beach Balls and Funeral HomesJuly 9, 2015
I learned an interesting fact last evening about Dad from my sister. I remembered that our Dad had worked in a beach ball factory. I also knew that he worked as a mortician. But what I did not know, was that the funeral home he worked for, owned the beach ball factory. One was located right across the street from the other. Depending on how business was going at one place would determine where he would spend his day. I suppose it might seem they had no connection at all. Certainly a very different frame of mind. I can only imagine shifting mental and emotional gears each day wondering what needed to be done. Some days he needed to say help people say goodbye and other days….well he was building beach balls.
The beach ball. Each little panel attached to the next until the circle is complete. Then you seal it and fill it with air. You can tap it lightly and it will move. I suppose it was not unlike what he did across the street. Helping people complete the circle, helping them move.
It was a reminder that unrelated things connect us even when we least expect it. Maybe especially when we don’t see it. I wonder how much one thing teaches the other. Sometimes we lean back to what we have experienced. And sometimes we lean forward to what we don’t yet see.
Beach balls and funeral homes….and circles.
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