My daughter Sasha is visiting my mom down in Naples Florida, helping her sift through some memories and do a final clean up before my mom puts her house on the market. This is the house that I lived in last year when I helped my mom take care of my dad while he was dying. It’s full of their things, so tenderly held together by the 53 year relationship that they had, bursting with love, life and their cool, quirky vibe.
It’s been hard for my mom to return, and I have admired her strength and watched cautiously from a distance while she carefully walks this new life path. She tells me openly that she wishes it could be different, but she is determined to move forward in her own indomitable fashion, and, well, I so love her spirited self.
I don’t really know if there is a formula for grieving. I have missed my dad every single day since he died on May 17th, but I have witnessed my mom’s life-embracing example, and decided to model myself after her, intrepidly moving my life forward, one day at a time, as I know my dad would have wanted.
And this is great stuff.
I owe so much to my parents, for the love they gave and continue to give me, and I believe that love is greater than death and surpasses all understanding. I’ve set my heart to it and have so much to be grateful for as a result of it. I hope I make them both proud
Sasha e-mailed me a photo today that, in my mind, epitomizes everything. It was a true beginning: Bev and Bob on their wedding day! That love continues to this day…..and forever!