day of rest

swan point cemetery
My dad died twenty-one years ago this weekend. For years afterward I didn’t like spring. I like spring now.
I am trying to find out the sculptor for this statue, it is next to the river in Providence. My sister walked me out to see it the end of last October, it was a particular favorite of hers.
GEC walking her domain
Walking her domain, through the Zelkovas, then down in the river.

day of rest


I am trying to discover the names of the kind souls who made the two cornus florida trees appear at my sister’s funeral service.

lonely day

my mother, my daughter. The day, for a parent, that is not ever supposed to happen. Burying a child, burying a best friend, closing the best chapter of one’s life. She did all those things. Earlier this day.

homegoing


{25:6} And in this mountain shall the LORD of hosts make unto all people a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.
{25:7} And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the vail that is spread over all nations.
{25:8} He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken [it.]
{25:9} And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this [is] our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this [is] the LORD; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.–Isaiah