Writing from the Catskills tonight. New moon is bright and clear above the barren treetops. The soft, sweet smell of fallen leaves mingles with the cool night air and floats gently around me stirring memories covering many chapters of many lives. This provides a sense of comfort while the sound of the roaring brook speaks loudly about energy, movement and change, but right now it is not enough to heal the sounds of aging, illness and inevitable transitions.
Tomorrow we celebrate PopPop’s life. I’m looking forward to hearing stories of his past experiences from family and friends, perhaps stories that have not been shared until now. Tomorrow we come together to learn more about our own life stories by reflecting on our mutual connections to him.
Rest in peace PopPop.
“Yesterday’s Grandpas” painting by Erin Inglis