We survived the storm. Late Saturday night was the worst for us…not long after I went to bed I woke up because of the wind; the power was off & on throughout the night but fortunately never long enough that we lost food. Lots of tree branches down in our neighborhood; county workers had that cleaned up by late Sunday afternoon. The weather here since then has been absolutely wonderful.
The kids went back to school yesterday: one started college, three in high school, one in middle school. Technically not the start of fall but for me it is. It was an odd summer…we did a lot of rides, both on our own and with friends. I managed to check off a few things on my Top 10 List, which I’ll write about in another post. It’s difficult to pinpoint but the whole summer seemed ‘off’ for some reason. I wanted to go to the beach. My blog friend Seashell recently wrote about attraction to the ocean…I think for me it’s a combination of things: the salty smell, the warm sand under your feet, the breeze in your hair, the hot sun on your back, the chill of the water…
Last night I had a long, vivid dream that included my dad. Just after my mom died he started a journal, the old fashioned kind on a legal pad with pen. I read it once when I first received the envelope and then again recently. Even without knowing the man it’s heartbreaking:
I think I just reached a blank wall. I have so many regrets, please don’t live your life that way. I don’t know what else to say or do my heart is broken. I will never forget her, she was my life and my love and when she died so did I.
Not long ago one of our riding friends commented on a photo of my dad, stating that my oldest son resembles him. Funny that it took so long for me to see it but he was absolutely right. That’s a very cool gift.
I’m not foolish enough to think my parents had a perfect relationship. It was certainly good enough to last for 39 years though and what I remember most is that they were always friends. That gave me hope that I would someday have something similar.
Hope and dreams are good things.