Yesterday, I accidentally released a post I hadn’t quite finished, so I hurriedly and embarrassedly deleted it, but I would still like to visit the topic. Because yesterday last year, October 3rd, was the day we finally got to Ohio and could take a breath.
At poignant times like this, the birth or death of a love one, a sacred chasm is open and it is easier to peer into and make sense of things beyond.
Rather unexpectedly, my father-in-law, with whom I have been living for the past year, passed away Saturday night. Time has been sort of weird since then. We thought we had a little more time with him, but don’t we always think that? Or hope that?
Wee One, Cohiba, and I are on vacation this week – the first one Cohiba and I have had since we got married, and the first one we’ve taken as a family with the three of us. We got a house on Hilton Head island. A small three-bedroom with a cute little pool, fenced in yard, and three blocks from the beach.
It also has a screened-in porch.
Living here at Casa In-Laws and having a toddler means that I’ve gotten to know a lot of their neighbors. I has especially become good friends with our next door neighbors, who are so sweet to Wee One. They have two kids of their own: 16 & 10.
Today seems like it has been a full circle. This morning, I wrote this:
I heard one of those songs today about mortality, reminding me that everything will pass. Everyone will die. That nothing is permanent. Then in the end it reminded you that you are surrounded by awesome people, and tell ’em now they are the bee’s knees.
I found an old post I had written about making God laugh (by making plans, as the quote tell us.) When I wrote that, we had just decided to move to Seattle. I remember the feeling of the time so well. Wee One was probably a month old and I was so very shaky, both physically and metaphorically.