Good Morning Nat, OldBat,Katherine and all:
Thank you for the support. Time changes so much and to-day being Father's Day another change in mine and our children's lives. No Father's Day luncheon, no laughing at Dad's jokes and his memories of working on the carnival, etc. We treasure the Father's Days we had with him and remember them well.
A while back Jimmie wrote about the Inuit stones piled on top of each other to let others know they had been there and where they were going. Ian, wrote about this as well and how wonderful to know that we are going on a journey.
To-day I sat on the patio and sure enough the hummingbirds kept going to the sugar feeder, some sat for a long time drinking and not paying attention to me while I sat reading another book. There was a paragraph about a detective who was trying to solve a case. He lived in Quebec and as he pondered the disappearance of his friend he thought to himself> These pictures aren't close to an end. These are a beginning.
"The Inuit used to erect stone men as a navigation tool, to mark their path. To point outwhere they were going and where they had been. The way forward and the way home. Inuksuit, they were called. Literally a substitue for a man. "
As Jimmie stated our memories are like the Inuksuit and as I read this in my book I went back to my first encounter with Canadian Virtual Hospice and I too marked my path to where I had been and as the days, weeks, and months moved on I was marking my path in the journey of caring for John. My path involved many other travellers on Canadian Virtual Hospice and they too had put up their Inuksuit and as such we have marked our thoughts, anger, despair, joy and sadness on our travels.
My travels have been marked well and as I stop and build more Inuksuit by sharing with all of you I can go back and see where I have been, where I am going, how hard the travel has been and how much help I have had building the Inuksuit with the help of all of you on this message board. I know I will look back sometime in the future when the tears become less, when the days are not so long and John's memories are put in my memory treasure box and know that I can go back and trace my travels while still travelling on as my journey has not come to an end and when my journey ends perhaps our children will too look back and build their own Inuksuit.
I am feeling much better to-day.Had to wake up early, always do, and be the alarm clock for one of my friends who had to help Father's Day breakfast at 7:00 a.m. Her alarm clock died and since I am an early riser, yes, I woke her up. That gave me time to bake a couple of lemon loaves for my daughters who are going to Pender Island tomorrow for a couple of days for rest and relaxation. Oh yes, my XP computer is giving up the ghost. Was hard to use, had it rebotted, then it started up again and the gentleman who helps me with this new fandangled stuff told me it was time to get a new computer as once it goes past a certain point saving my info, etc. may be lost.
Good thing I am a saver so here goes, new computer, new understanding of my life and best of all. Good Understanding and loving friends on CVH.
Xenia