June 13, 2006
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In the desert, we do not count the days.
I haven't really figured out how to wrap my heart and my mind around his passing yet, only that some journeys are longer than others. For now I post this only as a marker on my own trail; that 70 some odd hours, a flurry of minutes, and a handful of seconds ago he left us all to go wander in the Great Desert. In my vision I handed him a crow feather and said goodbye- but never really goodbye, he's just gone to a canyon somewhere- and when i go too, we'll hear each other in echoes.
I took the jeep out for a ride. I stopped at the top of a hill we used to like, put on some fleetwood mac, sat on the hood in the leaning sunshine and smoked a cigar i found in the glove compartment. It felt okay, you know? Because i love my dad in a way that's unexplainable, and beyond the tangible parts of the world.. So it's not sad, not a bottomless loss; it's just something like the start of a long journey. And he gave me a really good compass to get me there.
Comments (5)
I'm sorry for your loss, but glad that you had and have such a good relationship with him.
that's a really great way to put it, the intangible thing...i'm sorry it happened, but your compass does seem to be pointing true to me...my condolences
amazingly beautiful thoughts and words. I'm so sorry that he's not with you now. and the photo, goes right to my heart.
With all the love in the world... the compass points to yer true north.
I love you pix, when yer ready I'll pack my bag and stroll for the time you want company.
xoxoxoxo
No one can fly like that desert rat, only one I can think of with wings like that is you.
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