“Eventually all things merge into one and a river runs through it.
I am haunted by waters.”
A new decade. A new set of numbers to mark this day.
57 years since that February 12. Remembering my Dad with much love this day. He would have so loved to meet another great-grandchild who arrived this past year. She graces our lives and one day will learn this story.
Creating an open space in heart and mind for my 92-year-old mother, and my six siblings who remember this day vividly. And an open space for all those in the 705 community who do as well. Peace to you all.