Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Saved by Love

Hello to my crowd of encouragers.   

The two years since I began my wildly improbable goal,  which some of you encouraged me to name probable is almost over!  I can hardly believe it!   Posting on this blog has become an important part of this journey.   I do not know if it will continue, as I continue to follow my mandate to be with the writing and not get caught by the demands of the writing.  This has been such an important learning for me! 

I did as many of you know start my memoir in November, it has sat almost dormant since then.  The post below talks a little about that and about my moving back to it.  

I want to say a thank you to all of you who have supported me in various ways in these two years.

Thank you!   I could not have done it without you.  I am here because of community of support that spans countries and continents.   Some of you I see in person, some of you I see on facebook, or in my email box,  some I know are there because someone tells someone who tells me that they read something I wrote.  

I would love to hear from you all!

If you get my posts in your mailbox.   In order to correspond with me you must send email either to my personal mailbox, this way only I read your post,  or go to my blog address wildlyprobable.blogpot.ca and comment on the post.  

... and now on to my latest preface for my memoir....

Preface for my Memoir... Saved by Love

My father’s funeral was on Feb. 26.  He died on February 19.  I was by his side when he took his last breaths.   

On February 27 my grand daughter Mirabel was born.

The waiting was over.  The transfer of souls on earth had taken place.  

Now I could get back to the writing of the memoir that I started during  November.   It is March.  Here I am ready, it seems to begin writing, to begin editing.  

However it seems the story is different.  My father so absent in the November draft, (The draft that began before he ended up in hospital and then moved to hospice), is now present.  Today he is very present in my life, and in his death. 

Few things remain the same. 

The good bye to my father, long anticipated has taken place. 
The good bye to the church community of my childhood and youth, long anticipated has taken place.

My daughter has given birth to a daughter. 

The obituary long anticipated has been written, vetted, rewritten and published.  
It reflected who my father was in relationship. 
It does not reflect who I am in relationship.  It was not my funeral.

The eulogy has been given.  
My brother Larry did a great job, reflecting on the complexity of our father.

I have spent a week loving and supporting Mirabel (as she adjusted to life on earth) her big brother Leo (as he adapts lovingly to his baby sister),their parents as they eagerly find sleep in all the windows possible and me, supporting me, as I am fed by all of them in and out of my arms.


Many things remain the same.
My mother continues to be present to me in surprising and less surprising ways; she is a near constant companion.

I continue to live in Collingwood. 
I continue to long for time with my grandchildren and with myself.
I continue to share my home and my life with two wonderful women, Liwana and Susan.
I continue to write, to walk, to swim, and to enjoy the gift of my life.
I continue to cherish the time I have with my wonderful grandchildren and their caring, loving parents.
I continue to dream of travel.


So I will begin again to tell my story ever the same and always different, as the kaleidoscope of life brings new patterns forward.



gkn march 2017

6 comments:

  1. Such a story of love. Your father probably knew little about your wildly improbable goal of the past two years, and perhaps even less about many of the events of your wildly probable life and yet, it was you he was beside as he took last breaths during these last weeks....And now you hold your new grandchild in your arms, daughter of your daughter.... The writing, the memoir, a life lived for love....blessings on you and on it all.

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  2. Two years, already? Only two years? I am honoured to be beside you on this journey, all the learnings, and sharings and reflections and ....

    Congratulations on the last two years, and good luck for the next steps in this wildly probable adventure called "Life". May you live it boldy and loudly.

    With love and admiration. xo Liw

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