I’ve not had a chance to post here as often as my heart longs to due to work – damn work – and other life obligations, including many new ones since dad’s passing. I will always stop in when I have a minute to spare.
I was over at Mom and Dad’s today, shovelling and feeding Dad’s birds. I stopped in to Dad’s study to grab a password. His haven. A treasure trove- pure sensory overload of all that was meaningful and inspiring to him. I promised more posts on this and will eventually deliver.
I was struck by the apple calendar by his computer. Dad had a calendar to change long before box calendars became popular. Teaching high school he reliably changed a very well worn, large, cardboard, Royal Bank calendar. When he saw my teacher’s Apple calendar based on the same premise at our garage sale many years ago, he quickly snapped it up. He loved marking each day this way, but changing the numbers.
The calendar remains on July 9, though the Leonard Cohen clock on the wall above ticks on. Dad had changed it the morning he headed to emergency, never to return home again. A branch in the road, leading to more branches, mercilessly dragging us along as we fought each inch. Dad’s life in his beloved home ended that day. Ours continues painfully onward.
