As you know from my last post, my father was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer in September. He passed away quietly on November 28th. I was paralyzingly sad. And in all honesty, it wasn't until Christmas Eve that I was able to feel lasting, pure emotion again. I distinctly remember the energy shift. But that is for another post. I wanted to share something else with you today.
My father died in the middle of the night. Around 5 in the morning I returned home to my husband's waiting arms and we sat over coffee and talked about my father. Bob LOVED my father. In fact - of all the men in my life, he is/was the only one my father could not rile up. Now of course, he didn't carry the baggage my brothers and I carried, so that is understandable. But in the past, he very often brought clarity to my endless frustration with my father, seeing the man
As the morning began to dawn, Bob happened to look up the hill to my father's house (we live across the dirt road from him) and he whispered, "Omg - Jo! Look!" This is what we watched.
Now - I have seen sunrises over my father's house before, but none like this. That is not to say that they don't happen all the time - as I am not watching the sunrise every morning - but...on THIS day?
Late that same day, I was driving on the highway and became aware of a spectacular sunset that could only be for my benefit. I am posting the pictures below but know - they do not do the moment ANY justice. I, in fact, have witnessed hundreds of beautiful sunsets in my life - but this one? On THIS day? It will stand out in my mind forever.
The sky - framed in fuschia - was the richest, deepest shade of back-lit baby blue I have ever seen. The blue was painted with streaks of glowing gold clouds that shimmered blindingly. I was talking on the phone (I know - while driving????) when I saw this and HAD to pull over - TWICE!
There is no doubt in my mind who that sunrise and sunset belonged to. In my breath stopping grief, I was witness to a whisper of joy - my final gifts. Thanks, Dad. I love you. ♥♥♥