My sister reminded me recently 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 help people say goodbye and other days, well, he was building beach balls. The beach ball, each panel attached to the next until the circle is complete. Then sealed and filled with air. Tap it gently and it will move. Not unlike, I suppose what he did across the street as he helped people complete the circle and move. It is another little God nudge that unrelated things connect us even when we least expect it, when we don't see it. I often marvel at how much one thing teaches us about something else. Sometimes we lean back to what we have experienced. And sometimes we lean forward to what we don't yet see.
Beach balls, funeral homes.....and circles.
BEACH BALLS AND FUNERAL HOMES - Jeff Raught Copyright July 2015