This is what I saw from my back yard this morning and had to share it with you.
A sunrise is beautiful thing. It brings with it the promise of the day to come. I realized a moment later that this was the 17th anniversary of my father's death. He left us suddenly, without warning or goodbyes. To the southwest, I saw this sky:
Dad: March 17, 1952
The stormy sky made me realize how beautiful and expected things can be and how suddenly they can change without warning. It's been a partly dreary day ever since. I seemed to have glanced at the best part of the sky today and I'm grateful.
My mother, also no longer here, left me this bloom on her orchid this week.
Although my parents were divorced for years before they left this earth, I don't believe they'd begrudge me a collaborative effort by them to bring me a little pleasure for a few moments. This is how I remember my dad.
December 25, 1989
Cherish the sunshine, the laughter and even the rain. Things can turn stormy at any moment.
"Knit on, with confidence and hope, through all crises." -Elizabeth Zimmerman