Yesterday was the third anniversary of my dad's death. Fortunately and unfortunately it's getting easier. It seems normal now. But the middle of December can't come around without me thinking about what was happening in 2006. On December 13 (Wednesday), I flew out to Utah. On December 16 (Saturday), he passed away quite peacefully around 3:45pm. Of course, I remember a lot that happened in between too. But, as time passes I don't remember as vividly as I used to. I know that's natural, but it's so strange that something that was so impressed in my mind could begin to fade. I'm glad I wrote a very detailed account of everything in my journal.
So, this December 16 I happened to be in the town where he's buried. I drove by the gravesite. It was lucky that I just happened to be up there (and, in fact, the cemetary was exactly on my way).
One of the neat things about having my dad pass away right before Christmas is that it makes me think of Christmas, the birth of Jesus, in a more holistic way. I can no longer just think of his birth--I think of his life, death, and resurrection. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day has always been one of my favorite Christmas songs, but it is extremely poignant to me now. It's beautiful, and really gets what Christmas is all about.
Monday, December 7, 2009
we had our first big snowfall of the season. it started saturday night, and it's still going. it's been snowing all day today. it's pretty, and the mountains look great. the two down sides are driving in it and shoveling it. but at least shoveling is good exercise. so it is really is winter now.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
b is working on a new hootenany. we're going out to tennessee soon--so it seems like the perfect time to add a new hootenany to the roberts family annals. brian is the one who's writing it and developing the tune. so he gets all of the credit. but william and i are helping him by practicing it a lot. and william even inspired the first verse of the song by buying some horses for $2 at a grocery store. i don't want to give too much away, but here's part of the chorus.
you might think i mean a canadian town
you might think i'm being a comedian clown
it's great. and, btw, so are saskatoons (ie juneberries), especially the virginia variety.