Friday, July 13, 2012

it was just right




It was inevitable but I dreaded making the trip to my dad's funeral. I see now that I mostly dreaded the not knowing when and how it would happen. Every time I wrote to him or talked to him on the phone, I wondered if it was the last letter, the last conversation -- and if it was good enough to be the last.

But as it usually goes, my dread was unfounded -- he left peacefully, our last conversation was just right and the last letter was good enough, too. And then as we emptied our sadness, we filled ourselves with memories, talking, eating, and laughing. It was all just right.

I stayed in a hotel and didn't rent a car so I had some time on my hands. As I was walking around I saw the stones -- so I kept walking all the way to the mall and bought a package of sharpies. I've never enjoyed sitting at a hotel desk so much. My new travel tip is to pack sharpies wherever you go.

My brother drove me right up to some beehives near the home place. You'll see these every few miles. It was so beautiful there.

From a place of deep gratitude, I thank you for your kind words and thoughts. And I wish you happy weekending. xo


22 comments:

deanna7trees said...

happy to hear it was all peaceful and just right. looks like you are a terrific zentangler.

Joan@CopperCreeker said...

peace and blessings
love the tangle rocks :0)

Jeannie said...

Just right is a good way to be. You have put words to my fears - the not knowing is the hardest. Your rocks, amazing. What a great meditation tool when the mind is busy. A peaceful weekend to you. xoxo

liniecat said...

Sounds like hed have been pleased to know that hed left you with warmth and gentle thoughts x

Peggy said...

Thanks, Deanna--my first attempt at it other than checks on a white pumpkin. What I really wanted to draw was a doily but each rock had a mind of its own...

Peggy said...

Joan, thank you and my sympathies to you for your recent loss, too. From now on we'll both have another holiday associated with our parents -- the one they left on.

And I like the name tangle rocks!

Peggy said...

Thanks, Jeannie, drawing on the rocks put me into a trance almost -- an hour went by just like that, over & over.

The not knowing keeps us on our toes, I guess.

A peaceful weekend to you, too!

Peggy said...

Thank you, Lyn, that's so nice. :)

Notjustnat said...

So good to hear it was just right. We would never predict the situation, but I'm glad it was positive and peaceful - lots of hugs Nat

Peggy said...

Nat, yes, those are good words for it -- positive and peaceful. Hugs back.

Nancy said...

I'm so glad you had a Goldilocks kind of time. Your words here are so honest and clear. I wish you more peace and filling. And your rocks are rockin'!!!
I've been thinking and thinking of you. I went to a honey farm, with tasting and everything. I'll post the photos. You've been so on my mind.

Peggy said...

Nancy, I was just over at your blog and then I came back here and saw you were here. I think about you, too. ;)

Thank you so much. I can't wait to see and hear about your honey tasting.

Jacky said...

Hi Peggy, lovely to have you home again...and happy that all went well, positive and peaceful and ending with those lovely bee hives...you and your brother.

I am heading off on holiday soon and will pack my sharpies (for I always collect rocks when I travel now...)

Your rocks are beautiful and a wonderful rememberance. I find drawing/zentangling quite meditative.

Nice to have you back.

Jacky xox

Marie said...

Dear Peggy...I am so sorry for your loss.
I lost my Dad a few years ago and it was sooo sad.
I am grateful things were just right.
Stones have a way of "speaking" to us....
big hugs xoxo <3

Ms. said...

A time for every purpose under heaven--your simple words touch the heart, my heart--and each image too, from the cucumbers, through the tangled threads to the beautiful stones...I too am a stone marker, so I got my markers out today and lined up some stones I'd been saving. Later, when the rain falls, I'll make some marks. Thank you for sharing.

Peggy said...

Jacky, thank you so much. I didn't think of the rocks as remembrances, but you're right, that is exactly what they are. Enjoy your holiday with sharpies in hand. Or I should say a rock in one hand and a sharpie in the other. ;)

Peggy said...

Marie, thank you, I remember when your dad passed and you wrote about him. I hope everything is okay in your world, I miss you. Hugs back.

Peggy said...

Michelle, what you wrote is so nice, thank you.

Drawing on stones is good medicine, I think.

Marie said...

Peggy,

Things are better and I will be posting soon. I was going to post the other day but ran out of batteries for my camera lol! I miss you too! xo <3

joe madl said...

i'm so pleased you have found a place of peace in your loss. when we realize that anything we do will be "enough" then we are freed from the entrapment of duality! my dear, your heart is so full and gentle and kind, how could anything from you not be enough?!?

namaste'

Peggy said...

Oh Joe, this was so nice to read. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Namaste.

handstories said...

your thoughts and stones are lovely. i'm so glad it was so full for you.