I don’t know what it is about this image, but when I came across, it became my Moment of Zen for the day. I hope you like it as well.

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It’s Rivalry Saturday, the day when all the big rivals play football.  You can be sure that I will be watching football today, and as you may can tell by the picture above, this is a major reason I love football.  Who couldn’t love how a pair of football pants fits the players just so.

The big rivalry game I will be watching this year is Auburn v. Alabama. (Kickoff is at 2:30 CST.)  And just for Theaterdog (from a fellow alumni) War Eagle!!!  Hopefully, we will beat Alabama this year, though with the way we’ve been playing it doesn’t look too likely.

In last week’s Moment of Zen, I mentioned that my grandfather was gravely ill.  He passed away this last week, and he was laid to rest yesterday in a beautiful and very moving ceremony.  He is now at peace and is no longer suffering.  So my moment of Zen this week is for him, and I know that he is in a better place.

I have to admit that as I am writing this, I am not really in a mood for a Moment of Zen.  My grandfather, who has been in and out of the hospital and nursing home for over a month now, is not expected to live for more than a few more days.  I watched my other grandfather suffer for over a year with cancer as he wasted away and died.  My late grandfather and my grandfather in the hospital have both suffered greatly in their last few days.  Needless to say, I am finding it hard to find a Moment of Zen right now.  The only comfort I can take in the moment is that his suffering will mostly likely be over soon, and he will be in a better place.

I chose the picture above because the model is deep in thought, whether he is looking backward or forward, I do not know.  I can take some comfort in looking back and remembering my grandfather for who he was before the dementia set in.  He’s always had a hearing problem, though 90 percent of it was mostly likely spending years tuning out my grandmother, who is a wonderful woman herself (don’t get me wrong), but when my grandfather wanted to hear something, he heard it just fine, when he didn’t, well he didn’t hear a thing.  Often it was the times when my grandmother either got off on one of her tangents or was fussing about something, that his hearing seemed to be the worse.  When you love someone, I guess, you have to learn to love them no matter what, and sometime it takes a little “hearing problem” to make things better.