Seems like now the rain is quiescent, but the drops are still on the oxalis:
It is another sort of new year now...there is sadness, and there is love, and there is hope.
2 months ago
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
An ending and a beginning
The dear patriarch of the farm I have visited frequently over the past 40 years has passed on. Alex was 98 and died peacefully in his sleep surrounded by his loving family. His decline was not without pain, but like everything else about him, happened with profound honesty and dignity. He was a farmer and a mighty warrior for the water rights of Northern California...it seems fitting that he died on the early morning of the first day of the Year of the Dragon...a water dragon...when the rain was pouring down in bucketfulls...
Seems like now the rain is quiescent, but the drops are still on the oxalis:
It is another sort of new year now...there is sadness, and there is love, and there is hope.
Seems like now the rain is quiescent, but the drops are still on the oxalis:
It is another sort of new year now...there is sadness, and there is love, and there is hope.
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My grandmother that passed away last year was a cotton farmer in her youth. She was in her 90's too! It seems their generation was one of incredible strength because life demanded that!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful and touching that you recognized that he was a "warrior".
peace to him <3
p.s. did you create that dragon? Fabulous!
Thank you Marie...it is such a privilege to know, to have known, these dear strong souls.
DeleteI did make the felting of the dragon...it's a fairly traditional rendition of the dragon I see on the Chinese restaurant up the street...
Thoughts of comfort for you, Suzanna, and for your late friend and his family. Every stitch contains love.
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaret for your kind thoughts...I have many many happy memories of time spent with the farm family...
Deleteand the dragon carries on the story.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes the story keeps on...thank goodness...
Deletehaving read along, i know how important he
ReplyDeletewas in your life. so, i think of you, how
you will honor what his gift to you has been
for years...
my son loves his trout.
Grace, thank you so much. This is probably the first time I feel I've been able to say goodbye in a way that truly was an exchange of understanding...can't find the right words...it was real, and true. I am VERY happy about the trout and so glad it's with your SON! Warms my heart...
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