I said I would not blog for a while... but I came across a poem I wrote when I used to write poetry a lot. It seems relevant in that it appears my Dad died rather suddenly and that therefore his pulse stopped soon, so when I found this poem I thought it would be all right to share it.
Pulse
even seen deep within a delicate willowing flower
even in the holding firmly of a sturdy branch
or the chance passing shadow
of an otherwise still reflection
we know the rhythm and flow is there
throbbing through it all
and has always been
and will continue for eternity, eternity, eternity
the seeminly endless life of the living
in all its complexity
yet we are still such a small part in its process
assimilating where within this we belong
is an endless question and pursuit
that has no answers
that I myself can find
so insignificant in the face of it all
Just like the wind
we breeze in and out of life
and all we know
is that we have felt the rustling of leaves.
Thank you Carmen and Kostia for the delivery of the beautiful Spathiphyllum plant and your lovely message. It is extraordinarily beautiful, just as my friendship has been with you both.
And I want to take the time out to say to everyone who knows me that I have never felt more loved than this moment: of flowers, hugs, emails, cards, international phone calls from friends and relations in England and Spain and all my friends here in Arizona. You have all touched my heart in a way I don't really know how to express adequately in words, but it goes in deep and will never be forgotten. I just really miss my father and can't believe I will not see him ever again.