"No matter what happens now,
you shouldn't be afraid
because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen."
--radiohead
a year ago, today.
the coast of Maine; six a.m. sunrise.
the land, the ocean, the wind---
transcendence.
Exactly one month later, Dad suffered the stroke that killed him. It's funny how we never know what's coming. If we only knew---how much tighter we'd hold on, how we'd say to ourselves: I will remember this.
How I'd have taken pictures with my heart, not just with my camera: faces uplifted to greet the sun. Blueberry pancakes, hikes through the woods, wildflowers. A sheltering arm against the wind. Harmless squabbles, dinner over wine and laughter. Admiring the brightness of the stars.
How much more I would have said, if I'd known how soon he'd join those stars.
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