Friday, April 06, 2007

beginnings and endings...

There are multiple reasons for the death and grief rituals we humans create. There is comfort in putting one foot in front of the other and knowing what comes next, in saying goodbye in prescribed ways in the company of others. Without the rituals it is a more lonely journey... A telephone call with the information of my father's death came today. There is no memorial, no burial, no funeral, no gathering in Indiana planned. I will probably be lucky to be called when they deem it time to scatter his ashes this summer.

This is a glimpse of the views where my father spent his last three weeks. Every room could see a slice of nature; every room opened onto a patio where hospital type beds could be wheeled out into the sunshine, where bird feeders were filled daily and the peaceful songs and sounds of spring were in the air.

Waterfall and bear

Angels watching

Sunset through the trees
Goodbye Dad...