You can't take it with you.

I went to the doctor today to have a check on my blood pressure.  It's just fine. We spent the morning doing our neighborhood garage sale.  We didn't make a whole lot, but it was fun.  Tomorrow, I will man the First Aid tent and Becca will ride a 30 mile bike-a-thon to support our mission trip. Becca has a couple of sponsors.  I just hope she holds out for all of it.  It is to be hot tomorrow, so I bet I stay busy in the tent.

My thoughts today are on my Dad's family.  Tammie and Mom went to Aunt Margaret's funeral.  They thought it sad that so few people came.  They were surprised at how prized Aunt Margaret's children were to Aunt Shirleen.  We were not.  I suppose Aunt Shirleen exchanged Christmas gifts with Aunt Shirleen and Aunt Margaret.  We did not.  It just seemed to Tammie and Mom that we were indeed second rate citizens, as far as my Dad's family is concerned.  I think there are many complicated reasons for this, but I also think that when it all comes down to it, you can't take "things" with you in the end.  His family has always valued "things" and the one that has the most "wins".  It's sad.  It meant that anytime his family visited, we never measured up. As an adult, I have tried to let it go.  I remind myself that as long as I can look at myself in the mirror and know that I have been honest and treated others with respect, then I am rich. I am rich in the things that matter.