July 14th
It's hard to believe that I haven't written in 4 months and 2 days. Time will really pass if you let it, huh? Well it's hard to believe that it's been 3 years since my mom died. Three years. Well, with the Captain at my side, I record the day.
I found myself awake at 730 this morning. I look outside and it's raining, a gloomy start. We are going to meet at the cemetary at noon. I guess an umbrella is in order. I start my day with a shower and a dog walk after breakfast. It's stopped raining. I run some errands before leaving for Germantown. The sky is breaking. I stop at the wine store to pick up a couple of bottles for mom. The sun is poking through. I get to the cemetary. It's beautiful outside, really beautiful.
Kristi is already there and she follows me to the grave. I'm happy to have my friend there. Then Lynn shows up and she looks great. "Did you bring the wine?" I brandish two bottles. As if on cue, David and Angelika arrive. David brought fold out chairs. I settled down on the grass as the ladies settle in the chairs. David is perched atop Angelika's walker (knee replacement surgery). We start to catch up with each other.
The sky is beautiful and constant comments are made about the generous breeze that is blowing. We feel as though we're at the beach. What a beautiful breeze! The spring and summer has been very nice to the grounds, everything is green and lush. The cirrus clouds look like they've been masterfully brushed on a blue sky canvas. David notices a butterfly. He says that we've been visited by a butterfly everytime we visit together. Did I mention that we've opened the wine? The company and conversation are the best. Enough time has passed I guess, that we no longer lament our loss but celebrate what we have. We talked about our lives and the things we're doing. We drink more wine. In true motherly fashion, mom feels left out of the wine sharing. A glass is poured for her. The conversation continues then falls into a comfortable quiet.
As we sat in the sun, we all see a beautiful white bird fly over. It's too white for a seagull or pigeon. It's completely a bright white. It circles and leaves us. We all watch until it's gone from sight. Two bottles of wine and 90 minutes have passed. We're comfortable where we are but it's time to go. Hugs for Lynn and good wishes as she drives off. Then Kristi and I leave to go to Frederick and then Dave and Angelika.
So much happened today as I was very busy in Frederick with Kristi. But it was a great day. A really great day. I am an honest tired. I worked very hard at Kristi's house until dark and had our usual Monday night dinner with her mom on the deck. As I mowed, I was reminded about what Mom said about the sound of a lawn mower. She would sit and listen as I mowed our lawn at Bounding Bend. She would close her eyes and think of the motor boats as they passed by on the Bay at Fairhaven. She said the sound of the lawn mower reminded her of those lovely days of her chilhood on the Bay. I thought of her as I mowed today and I couldn't have been happier.
I found myself awake at 730 this morning. I look outside and it's raining, a gloomy start. We are going to meet at the cemetary at noon. I guess an umbrella is in order. I start my day with a shower and a dog walk after breakfast. It's stopped raining. I run some errands before leaving for Germantown. The sky is breaking. I stop at the wine store to pick up a couple of bottles for mom. The sun is poking through. I get to the cemetary. It's beautiful outside, really beautiful.
Kristi is already there and she follows me to the grave. I'm happy to have my friend there. Then Lynn shows up and she looks great. "Did you bring the wine?" I brandish two bottles. As if on cue, David and Angelika arrive. David brought fold out chairs. I settled down on the grass as the ladies settle in the chairs. David is perched atop Angelika's walker (knee replacement surgery). We start to catch up with each other.
The sky is beautiful and constant comments are made about the generous breeze that is blowing. We feel as though we're at the beach. What a beautiful breeze! The spring and summer has been very nice to the grounds, everything is green and lush. The cirrus clouds look like they've been masterfully brushed on a blue sky canvas. David notices a butterfly. He says that we've been visited by a butterfly everytime we visit together. Did I mention that we've opened the wine? The company and conversation are the best. Enough time has passed I guess, that we no longer lament our loss but celebrate what we have. We talked about our lives and the things we're doing. We drink more wine. In true motherly fashion, mom feels left out of the wine sharing. A glass is poured for her. The conversation continues then falls into a comfortable quiet.
As we sat in the sun, we all see a beautiful white bird fly over. It's too white for a seagull or pigeon. It's completely a bright white. It circles and leaves us. We all watch until it's gone from sight. Two bottles of wine and 90 minutes have passed. We're comfortable where we are but it's time to go. Hugs for Lynn and good wishes as she drives off. Then Kristi and I leave to go to Frederick and then Dave and Angelika.
So much happened today as I was very busy in Frederick with Kristi. But it was a great day. A really great day. I am an honest tired. I worked very hard at Kristi's house until dark and had our usual Monday night dinner with her mom on the deck. As I mowed, I was reminded about what Mom said about the sound of a lawn mower. She would sit and listen as I mowed our lawn at Bounding Bend. She would close her eyes and think of the motor boats as they passed by on the Bay at Fairhaven. She said the sound of the lawn mower reminded her of those lovely days of her chilhood on the Bay. I thought of her as I mowed today and I couldn't have been happier.
posted by Saint Patience at 12:13 AM
