|I love you Dad!|
This time is different as there is change. My parents are retiring and although you know something is coming and it is in your head, your heart doesn't always catch up at the same time.
At the bottom of that page it reads, "And so it went. The seasons changed, and the years went by, Roxaboxen was always there." You turn the page and it gets even harder to read. Especially when you are in the midst of helping pack up precious memories and prepare as your heart catches up to your head and you realize that change is coming.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your ONE wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
I think about my parents as I have spent time today exploring their life's collections and treasures as they pack them and organize them. My brother and I laughed and joked. Grandparents were spoken of, stories were shared, and my heart feels full. I love hearing about our wild and precious life and daydream of what's to come. My heart also feels a bit sad, just as it did when they moved from Heathcliff Drive and New York. Just like in Roxaboxen, the kids grow tall and move away, and "you might think that was the end of Roxaboxen - but oh, no." They don't forget. Memories live on in their hearts and in their stories and in the treasures still there.
It's like my dad always shows us that no one will forget, because we will tell stories and hold onto the memories with the special treasures we hold so dear. Today, as I touched the delicate crocheted pieces my grandmother made, I thought about her and heard her voice.
Even though our next set of memories together may not be made in this home, the ones we've made here will remain in our hearts and in our stories. I love you Dad. Happy Father's Day! Thanks for marrying my wonderful mother and bringing Chris and I into your "wild and precious life!"