New Year, day one: the ache of my father’s passing was particularly strong today.
I’ve just returned from dinner at my mother’s…and you could distinctly make out the dad-shaped hole in the aura of the house. It wasn’t unbearable…but it certainly wasn’t pleasant.
So I came home and looked down at the two guide books covering the cities of Rome & Athens…places I will visit for the first time, in just over two months. I’m trying to look forward to the trip…though the thought of my father not meeting me at the airport, on my return home (as he had done for my last three overseas trips), fills me with deep melancholy.
New Year’s Eve was pretty quiet…everyone seems weary and exhausted…2007 was trying for many people, and few seem to be mourning its passing.
I know I won’t be…
Fresh, downy-soft snow greeted me on the first morning of 2008…let’s hope the year stays just as fresh for a very long time. I could use some new inspiration and new horizons…the old ones have been worn deep into the ground.
