Funny how it happens.
You’re going along in your life, handling stuff, feeling like you’ve moved past the sad place. You’ve written some about truck stuff and felt strong doing it. You spent an evening talking to a young woman whose mother was killed by a truck a year ago and you were glad to give her an outlet, help her plan some of her new and unexpected future. You felt good about being able to listen objectively with less personal emotion.
Yet this morning you feel a little off. The dog gets you up early, before light, and as you stumble into clothes to take her out, wander through the house to get a jacket, it occurs to you that the house was being remodeled the last time your Dad was here and that he never got to see the fireplace. Why not just send him an email with a photo attached you reason. Seems like a sensible thing to do.
And then you find yourself in the driveway staring up at a beautiful moon sitting low in the sky, beside a bright planet off to the north. And you realize that the moon is not blurry because of sleep in your eyes but because you are staring through a sheen of tears. There’s no email in heaven. Is there.
As you and the dog wander you contemplate the long road of life and how you don’t know what’s over the next hill. You are lost in thought, memories.
Then just overhead a cardinal begins his morning song and you can just see him through the soft morning light. He flies right over your head, still singing and you figure it’s Dad cheering you up. It works as you realize you’re not in the dark place. This place, this morning, is more a gentle blue place with shadows around the edges. Soft, not scary.
And then your dog stares up at you with big eyes, wondering, and grins because you do and the two of you hustle back to the house for breakfast.
Funny how it happens.
August 3, 2013 at 7:26 am
Your parents are so good at sending you messages, and you’re so perceptive about receiving them.
Hope you have blue skies, sweet songs, and smiles today.
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August 3, 2013 at 7:02 pm
We had a beautiful day today, 70’s and sun. I took Katie to school, weeded some, and set up the tent for another night of sleeping under the stars.
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August 3, 2013 at 8:17 am
It is funny how that happens. You may have inspired another blog post for me. I’ve never felt sure about writing this particular post, but it has been on my mind for a few months now. Today might be the day. Thanks Dawn.
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August 3, 2013 at 7:03 pm
It was beautifully written. I’m glad you did, I know from experience it helps to share.
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August 3, 2013 at 9:28 am
Poignant, as usual! Hooray for Katie, adding her healing balm.
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August 3, 2013 at 7:03 pm
Katie’s always checking on me. She’s a good girl.
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August 3, 2013 at 12:00 pm
This brought moisture to my eyes, followed by a soft upward turn of the lips. Yes, it is funny how it happens. And good.
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August 3, 2013 at 7:04 pm
It’s good to know you can get through small moments of sad.
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August 3, 2013 at 3:16 pm
Sara really said it. It is so sweet how your parents are always in contact with you. Hope you and Katie had a good day!
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August 3, 2013 at 7:04 pm
We had a great day. Looking forward to a nice night camping out.
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August 3, 2013 at 5:31 pm
Mommy looks up at the stars too and thinks of her dad.
About a month ago, Mommy had a hard time putting a brick in the patio outside. It was on the corner near the shed by the wall. Mommy knew it just had to fit. She struggled and struggled. Then she thought of her dad. And without any thinking she removed the brick next to the one in the corner. She put the corner brick in and was able to squeeze the second brick in . Mommy shouted to heaven to her dad – I did it! Mommy knows her dad was there in spirit helping her with that brick.
Mommy knows like u, that help from loved ones in heaven does come at times when u need them the most.
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August 3, 2013 at 7:05 pm
Yes they do. They are always right there, whenever we need them. Aren’t we lucky!?
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August 3, 2013 at 6:53 pm
Cole and I call them moments. A “moment” is usually triggered by a subtle memory or desire and while it pierces the heart it doesn’t last too long and is usually followed by a smile. I heard Cole tell someone not to long ago, “Every time I think about my dad, I believe he must be thinking about me too.” Yep, it’s funny that way…..
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August 3, 2013 at 7:07 pm
You have a wise son. I think I will borrow that thought. Yes, sometimes Bruce asks me what’s wrong if I’m distant…and I’ll say something like “Just having a Mom moment.” Doesn’t happen so much anymore….but probably always will.
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August 4, 2013 at 3:27 pm
Funny how it happens…tears in my eyes right now, too. I will be glad to get downstate in a couple of weeks to be with my mom and dad.
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August 4, 2013 at 7:00 pm
Glad you’ll get to spend some time with them Kathy!
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August 5, 2013 at 9:03 pm
I think Dad watched your fireplace go in. No need for e-mail. 🙂
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August 6, 2013 at 6:27 am
🙂
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August 6, 2013 at 4:44 pm
Funny indeed. Sometimes the dark places encroach and recede, and we don’t even notice them come or go, but only feel the whisper of their passing.
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