My soul is craving all things beautiful these days. I woke up with a mission in my heart today -- a walk on the beach, connecting with people I love, restoring my soul.
I'll listen to beautiful music as I put away the winter things and bring out the little bird and bunny figurines to open my heart to spring. Like this music by pop-opera teens Il Volo: Watch and Listen Here. (Click on the pause button for the music at the bottom of this page first, though).
Pen and paper will come out later today -- journal entries, pressed spring flowers, love notes to friends and family.
It's a day to get in touch with goodness.
Words to write, words to read, words to share, journals, journeys, scrapbooks, yearbooks.... sharing the stories in my life.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Laying My Father to Rest
It has been almost three months since I made a blog entry here. My heart just wasn't in it. In early January my dad had had a massive stroke. I was on a flight to his bedside that afternoon and my sisters joined me the next day. January was a month I would just as soon forget -- just a little over two weeks later, he was gone.
He was a great man. People spoke of his kindness, his heroism, his gentleness, his sense of doing what was right always. How do you sum up the life of a man so beloved, so strong and gentle, such a role model to not only his children, but all around him? On a very windy afternoon, we paid tribute to him. He'd been a Navy man for six years when he was younger so there was a 21 gun salute, the presentation of the flag to the family, and the playing of Taps.
I miss you, Dad. Sleep well.
He was a great man. People spoke of his kindness, his heroism, his gentleness, his sense of doing what was right always. How do you sum up the life of a man so beloved, so strong and gentle, such a role model to not only his children, but all around him? On a very windy afternoon, we paid tribute to him. He'd been a Navy man for six years when he was younger so there was a 21 gun salute, the presentation of the flag to the family, and the playing of Taps.
I miss you, Dad. Sleep well.
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