It was four years ago today that my Dad passed on. I actually had to look at the death certificate earlier to believe that, even though I know it so well. It just seems both impossibly long ago and yet far too near.
He was in my thoughts this past weekend where there was much in the air of endings and beginnings. How he would have loved the wedding. I did too. But today is not a day to tell you about that. Instead, I focused my energy this morning on giving a guided walk. I was grateful for it and the kindness of my guests. How solid it felt amidst all that is passing to stroll the streets of Arles, to share its beauty and history standing still under the bright light of noon.
Now, I can rest. I’ll pull the curtains into shade, the better to keep warm memories cupped between the hands of my heart.
More soon…
That is all I need, Suzamatooze.
Thank you Sister. I am sending it right back.
And that made me tear up to think about Dad reading all of this. I agree, he would have loved it–just as he would have been so thrilled at the life you have built.
"The world was changed by their living and by their dying." So beautifully put, my friend.
And Kipling was wiped out from being at Doggy Summer Camp but it sums up how I feel too.
Dear Heather, Your photos and the magnificent Amazing Grace transport us to a peaceful and lovely moment. You are a dear heart and your words flow from there. Such a beautiful tribute to your Dad. Lots of love to you.
My heart goes with you Heather as I too have lost both my parents. I don't think we ever stop counting the days but I can smile at the sky knowing they're in a better place.
Happy 4th to you!
XXX
Debra~
Beautifully written, Heather. My heart overflows for you and for everyone that is carrying loss of some shape or kind. Life is so bittersweet. Sending love your way. XO
The passing of time is an amazing thing. It wasn't until reading your blog that I gave thought to the actual date of losing my dad. With jarring clarity I realized it was this week – the time between our late June wedding anniversary and the Fourth of July. Obviously the passing of 23 years has taken the edge off the sad memories surrounding his death but the intervening years have only enhanced those wonderful dad/daughter memories. . .
So, sorry………..I agree with your sister he would have loved your BLOG!
So beautifully said. Time seems so immaterial with regard to the magnitude of such things. 4 minutes, 4 years, 4 decades…it matters not in the sense of loss…but that time allows us more softness and sweetness in reflection, perhaps. x
Heather (and others)? If you don't know this song about "Daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothers"?…..well….you SHOULD. It's beautiful and genuinely bittersweet (a word I use with great caution, but sincerity in this case).
I particularly (and for obvious reasons) love the line "And stand right up there/That's the business of art". You, Heather, should also (given your experience in the theatre) also like that.
go to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85IxNVwpKrs
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