Florida has some spectacular sunsets. I’ve seen more than a few since I first arrived over a week ago. I’ll miss them, but I remind myself that the winter skies in my neck of the woods also bring gorgeous sunsets.
That black speck is a plane.
This morning we will send off some of my dad’s paintings (he loved to paint in oils) to my brother’s children and my cousin. I’ve packed up a box to send to the cottage of pictures and items that remind me of my parents; wind chimes, three of my mother’s crosses (she collected them), my dad’s golf hat, some tools that my dad used, bits and bobs. I’m also sending home a small painting that my dad did fairly recently and an oil painting that I’ve always loved that was painted by my great-aunt Ruth, my maternal grandmother’s sister. I have one of Ruth’s paintings on the wall at home – it’s the small painting of the farmhouse in Canada where they lived as children.
We’ll also do a bit more sorting today. Then it’s off to the airport to fly home. I’ll miss my family here, there has been enormous comfort in being with them for ten days. But it’s time to be comforted by my husband and my little furry girl, to be enveloped in a big husbandly hug, to have some quiet time in which I can come to terms with the death of my father.
I finished the first obsession scarf and have started on the second.
This one is a bit heavier in weight and is a mix of lovely blues and turquoises and greens. I will be listing both of them – and maybe more, if I keep this up – on Etsy. I’ll get a better picture of these colors when I get back home and can use my big girl camera.
I’m so glad I stayed down here. Meredith and I needed to be with each other. I was able to take care of a lot of necessary tasks while Mer was at work. We drew strength from each other when we were sorting through things at the condo. We were able to make decisions more efficiently.
Yesterday, after more errands, Meredith said, “Do you want to go out to lunch?” I had been thinking the same thing. We haven’t had time to just be, the two of us. It was so nice to stop and breathe and do something, anything, that wasn’t a task that had to be done. I suspect my dad’s death will hit us both in ways we can’t imagine in the coming weeks.
There is a lot more to be done with Dad’s estate, but that will take time. In the meantime, we need to breathe and think and remember.