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…
Sending it right back as you know how bittersweet it can be, dear Jeanne.
Gros bisous,
H
I am sorry that I missed your wedding anniversary and am glad to hear that things soften with time, Jackie. The pain is still quite fresh for me.
He would have been as supportive as you, for sure! I would love to hear how life is for you now that the shop is closed…?
You understand perfectly, Virginia. As always.
That is so beautiful, David but I couldn't finish it. Too hard. Another time, I promise.
Bisous.
But he heard you laugh and cry and be full of life.
And I sometimes feel that way about memory when my Dad is in my dreams.
Thank you, Mr. Laoch. I talked to my Mom and was in contact with my Sister and Uncle, so that was good.
Merci, George. Sending those xxx's to LA…
Thank you so much, Sylvia. Sending it right back for the 5th.
Thank you, N. I love those ancestor traditions–it makes a lot of sense to me. I knew my Dad would have preferred me celebrating his life rather than his passing and tried to keep that in mind…