A quick five minutes for Lisa Jo on the prompt connected.
GO!
We will commit her ashes this afternoon.
And I will go home tomorrow.
Back to my husband’s home.
The place where he is connected.
Where his family came over 100 years ago.
I will be buried there.
Next to his parents.
In farm country.
Not here.
In ski country.
Next to my parents.
I decide to drive down to the lake.
Horseshoe Lake.
I turn down the road and remember walking it so many times, though we lived on the other side.
It’s a wonderland, and I have to stop the car to listen to the sounds of silence.
To soak it in.
I scoop wet sand from the shore to embrace her with home as she’s laid to rest.
It’s so very quiet.
I grew up here.
Our dock was on the other side, around the bend.
I am connected to this place.
It is my home.
My heart is here.
And I will go home tomorrow.
STOP!
Beautiful and touching as always! Blessings to you!
I grew up living on the edge of a lake, too. Beautiful pictures with the snow on the trees.
Welcome back to your Charlotte home. If you need a hug, you know where I am.
Beautiful words, Sandra. Very touching. I love the photos!
I’m glad you thought of the sand. So meaningful. 🙂
May she find peace. May you know only Love.
Hugs
Home is beautiful, wherever it may be.
Ah, Sandy – such connections! Interesting to reflect on how we so often have ‘home’ in more than one place. May your head, your heart, your body, your spirit find haven in your husband’s home over this holiday week. Which is, of course, your home as well. Hug those grandgirls – and sleep whenever you can. Yes, even in the run up to Christmas. You don’t know yet how exhausted you are – I will be thinking of you as you find home again this week, knowing it will feel strange for a bit. Such a journey…
Home.
May it be your sanctuary and refuge and a place of good, deep grieving.
Much love to you, Sandy.
Your black-and-white photos are stunning.
love you, Sandy.
Beautiful post, Cindee. I love your photos. They remind me of my growing up years., and I sometimes too feel the tug of that other home.