2016 ~ what can I even say? but you know I will say something :)
Thanksgiving 2015, mom was failing, it was our last holiday together, the last time I saw her.
She was so tired and frail ~ she and Ella and I laid in bed ~ I stroked her hair ~ she said that my brothers and I kept running around her ~ her mind wandering back to the time when we were small, tow headed and innocent beyond belief ~ we were running and laughing, bickering and chasing ~ and then we ran out of her room and we didn't come back ~
and she reached out for us, she was alone and lonely ~
and she cried, yelling after us then whispering,
"where did you go?"
"where did you go?"
where did you go?
and 2016? a rush and a flash, :olde time she is a flying:
healing, trying to heal, buying a 100 year old home, finding out my dad had cancer, trying to fix up a 100 year old home (i yai yai), my grandpa dying, taking on preschool at work (blowing my mind!!), leaving my beloved high school and middle school,
in short, life moving on ~ the world turning ~
here we are, this is our moment ~
2017, here we come . . .
but it is from the past that we view the future:
Thanksgiving 2015, mom was failing, it was our last holiday together, the last time I saw her.
She was so tired and frail ~ she and Ella and I laid in bed ~ I stroked her hair ~ she said that my brothers and I kept running around her ~ her mind wandering back to the time when we were small, tow headed and innocent beyond belief ~ we were running and laughing, bickering and chasing ~ and then we ran out of her room and we didn't come back ~
and she reached out for us, she was alone and lonely ~
and she cried, yelling after us then whispering,
"where did you go?"
"where did you go?"
where did you go?
and 2016? a rush and a flash, :olde time she is a flying:
healing, trying to heal, buying a 100 year old home, finding out my dad had cancer, trying to fix up a 100 year old home (i yai yai), my grandpa dying,
in short, life moving on ~ the world turning ~
here we are, this is our moment ~
2017, here we come . . .
but it is from the past that we view the future:
so, for 2017?
I will be weaving some Gambrel Dreams with my dearest family and friends ~ perhaps this coming year we will find sand and beaches and oceans and starry skies ~ perhaps we will breathe and hold hands and build gardens and love each other and we will know we are lucky . . .
this is the good life.
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