He was my strongest inspiration to making the 1 year commitment to living our Log Cabin Life. Life is short. You never know what tomorrow will bring. He was my most recent reminder to live life with joy and vigor. (My mom died unexpectedly 25 years ago, and as much as I hate to admit it, it took another loss to shake me up again.)
Perspective is everything.
Johny was going to help an friend with some winter gardening chores today and asked if I wanted to go along. He reminded me I could go to a favorite Oak tree that was once a pre-Cherokee sacred ceremonial ground. It took some time for me to decide to go, but I knew it was the right thing to do. The Oak tree was peaceful, with only the sounds of the rushing creeks and the many birds singing in the trees. I sat by the tree for a long while, speaking silently to my brother (and mother, I have no doubt their spirits are together). I didn't really feel him beyond the serenity of the space...I think I was hoping for a spiritual sign of some sort...though I know they were both there.
I later walked to a pond, looking at the reflection of a tree...how distorted it looked! It resembled the way I felt today...
Once I got home and looked at my pictures, I was surprised when I turned this particular photo around 180 degrees (this was a chance action on my part and not something I ever do with my photos, this is the only one)...there in the upper left of center was a small bubble in the water.
This is my brother Marc, some 24 years ago, when he got married.
Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
What a beautiful and sensitive blog today. Thank you for your thoughts and your phone call. Hugs!
Oh Lise-I just can't imagine how you must feel. Your post was just beautifully written.
Thanks Dad, it made all the difference to talk with you! Hugs back:)
Thank you Tipper!
Lise, you write so beautifully of your day, your brother and your losses.
I have lost three of my four brothers and I can feel your pain. I'm glad you wrote about him and your mother. Each time we write about our loved ones, it brings them back to us and to those who read our words.
That is why I plan to teach a class this year on healing through writing.
I love your blog.
Thank you Glenda, your complements means a lot to me! I agree, writing about loss helps with healing, and have read your posts about loosing family members. Never gets easier, does it?
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