Musings of yesterday

On the way home from the funeral I noticed a younger man opening the car door for what looked to be his date or girlfriend. What we do as people for other people resonates in my upbringing.

Rulers by Rosebudinnh @ webshots

I’m not sure it is this way much anymore-teaching morals, values, and how to treat others with respect. We had just said goodbye to a man who treated everyone with respect even though some who came before him were accused of doing terrible things (most actually had done so). We never heard a bad thing come out of his mouth about others. He was a great teacher through example of his life in and out of the judicial system. He saw the good in people and did not want to see the bad. People honored and respected him just like children were required to do not so long ago.

My husband treated this man with the utmost respect, caring for his needs in hearings and such. That was his job, but there was a bond made that will never be severed-even in death. Many at the agency for which my husband works do not treat others with respect. They don’t treat my hubby with the same respect as he treats others. It was evident at the funeral. First, my husband had to jump through hoops to get the day off-he was called on to be a pallbearer, and then they were not happy that he did not wear his uniform. All of the pallbearers were family-related by blood or marriage except for my husband. To the family, he is family. He did not go in an official capacity; he was there as a friend. There is a long story here, but painful memories surfaced as I watched his agency have a poor showing. They were called to be part of the honorary pallbearers. This agency works closely with the judges-in fact, this agency exists because of judges. As far as the top brass coming, only the one in command came-the big boss was out of town. I’m sure she wouldn’t let the other desk jockeys go in case something MAJOR happened (are you kidding?). I was embarrassed, but there are people who only do things for others so they can get ahead in their position. Let me just say that my husband is not one of these people. He does things because he cares. He doesn’t do politics.

The judge who gave part of the eulogy had known the deceased for many years. This judge’s mother died not long before Christmas, and we-my hubby and I-went to her visitation to relay our sympathies for his loss-not to get brownie points or anything. It was the right thing to do because we cared. My hubby was the only one to go from his agency though we went as a couple-he was not an agency representative. The next day, his bosses refused to allow my husband to go to the funeral even in an official capacity. Later, we got a long note thanking us for our visit and how much it meant to this judge that we stopped by. I thought it was very nice of him to thank us but we didn’t really do anything. At the visitation the other night, this was the first thing that the judge giving the eulogy said to us-about how much he appreciated what we did for him. It was only a quick stop, but he will remember that for the rest of his life.

In a time where things are taken for granted by so many, some people notice; I just wish more people cared. The little things mean so much; maybe not to everyone, but to someone. I don’t do things to get acknowledged by others. I do things because it is the right thing to do-to show that I care because I genuinely do.

Happy Gardening in all of life! May the fruit you sow always be good!

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