As I was growing up, my parents took us on trips up north in Wisconsin to a place called Door County. Door County is the peninsula at the north east side of the state. It’s filled with small harbor towns with names like Bailey’s Harbor, Fish Creek and Sister Bay. In the summer, each town with all it’s quaint shops was filled with visitors from all over the US. When we were there looking out on the vast expanse of Lake Michigan, it was hard to image it as a lake. If felt like the ocean to us……and the towns reminded us of places we would read about in books on the east coast.
We had such wonderful times going there, but it was always just a visit. One week at the most.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but my mom had a dream. She wanted more than anything to live in Door County. She imagined a farm with a building that would house her Antiques and crafts to sell to the tourists. But my dad was not so keen on this idea.
When my dad passed away at the age of 64, I remember feeling very sad about his loss, but I never doubted that it all happened the way it did for a reason. He would have hated the process of getting really old. I know he wouldn’t have wanted to be a burden. So he went at the perfect time. All ten of his kids were out on their own and he was still able to work and keep busy. That day, when it was his time to go he had even swept the walk, one of his favorite tasks. I’m sure he was glad that he went after the walk was swept and not before.
A few years later my mom married a life long friend, a man who had always been a part of our family.
He never had children and he didn’t really have any family that he kept in touch with, so it was completely natural that we all became his family. I don’t think I realized the mastery of Gods Plan until I wrote the eulogy for my wonderful step dad. He was the one that was meant to make my moms dream come true. Together they found this sweet broken down farm and they lived there every summer for over 10 years. Even though the barn collapsed only a year after buying the place, I always saw it as lit from with in. There was a wonderful energy there. We all miss it more than we could say. But in looking through my photos I found this image of the barn, still standing. I’m not surprised that it turned out this way. With that shining light from with in.
I always let my heart guide me and for this, I am grateful!!