1. Go to work...ok call in sick to work because of migraine because dog threw up on the bed in the middle of the night.
2. Make sure I have enough Halloween candy.
3. Get cool 'fire' cauldron out for decoration.
4. Have lunch with Dad.
I hope I didn't freak you out or anything. Today is the anniversary of my Dad's death. I wrote a poem about it for Writer's Workshop a couple weeks ago. In that poem I mentioned the idea of celebrating "Dia de Los Muertos" because my Dad was a fan of Latin Culture. Seeing as this anniversary occurs the day before Dia de Los Muertos I celebrated is today with him.
It was a gorgeous day. The cemetary looks like a golf course, rolling hills beautiful trees and the only thing you can see that would cue you into the actual use of the land is the vases that are on most in ground plaques. I got a Wawa hoagie, bottle of water and Reeces Peanut Butter Cups (which he liked very much). I also brought flowers. (You'll notice in the pic, there is a Phillies flag. I am not sure who put it there but it was with a rose as well. I think it must have been my brother becuase he was born about 2 months after the last time the Phillies won the World Series.) So I sat on my yoga mat next to his resting place and enjoyed the silence, the blue sky, sounds of the birds and the peace I felt from knowing that beautiful place was where he rested.
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How wonderful. It seems like a wonderful way for you to connect with your dad...
That sounds like a really nice way to remember your dad.
And if my dog has puked on my bed, I would have called in sick too.
What a wonderful thing to do:)
My husband's family whenever they visit Grandpa they bring a beer, open it, give him the first drink and then down the rest.
For my friend Tracy they always make a bologna sandwich and bring a Pepsi.
It's all good.
That's really sweet...
October 31 is known as Toussaints here...a celebration of the departed...very French...the Wawa hoagie and peanut butter cups may throw off the European curve though! However, the thought of those did make me drool?...touching I know. Hugs.
Hey Scargosun, this is the first time I've vistited your blog and it must have been fate. I buried my mother 2 yrs. ago today,and I really like the way u deal with your dad not being here on this earth. It really gives me hope that someday, I too can have a better way of dealing with her not being here. I found your blog because of a mutual blogger friend we have,lol, just in case u are wondering. Anyway, thank you for your post today, it really has put a little different light on things for me, in a positive way of course, just goes to show, u never know how u will touch someone else, there is always that possibility of making a difference in someones life. Take care,
Julian
Breathtaking poem, beautiful picture.
My daughter is buried in a beautiful spot right inside a wrought iron gate. You can see her stone as you drive past and we always beep and wave. We have a beep beep beep that we save just for her drive bys.
I, too, love the warmth of the stone. I like to see her name written in granite.
Your poem and your post made me feel more connected to you than I had in the past.
You have now been welded to my heart, woman. Welded.
Oh my goodness!
I love this! I am about to read your poem, I am afraid I may cry...
:) thanks for sharing this post.
That was lovely. Kind of makes me wish my step-dad hadn't wanted his ashes scattered over the Mediterranian Sea. I wish I could visit him like that.
Hi Scargosun. That was a sweet post! You have class.
Hey Jen, That was very sweet. I am sorry that you had a migraine to begin your day, but it looks like you made the best of it.
So glad you had a wonderful day with your dad. You seem to have some good memories of him and to still be able to share them with him is wonderful.
That is just beautiful! : )
And I STILL need to get you that recipe. Geez, you would think it was a big secret or something (it isn't, promise). I'm a terrible blogger!!
That was the nicing post. I bet your dad was smiling down on you on that day.
I also wanted to tell you I laughed out loud this morning when I read your comment on my blog about your husband and the zit. It was great!!!
That's a beautiful poem and a wonderful way to celebrate your father's presence.
So sweet!
ps... you can learn to knit... or you can just have a friend to knit them for you. lol
I think that is a great way to commemorate your dad and how much he meant to you. He's smiling without a doubt.
i also follow your blog..i hope you don't mind. i lost my mother this summer. i think the picnic with your dad is a very healthy healing ritual. beautiful , really. thanks for the idea.
That's awesome. Not saying that I look forward to my parent's passing but I would definitely like to spend time with them afterwards too.
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