I don’t allow myself (sigh…) too many days to just relax, regroup and reflect. The most recent exception to this “rule” happened a couple of weeks ago when I spent the day at our local park by the lake.
Here are some of my photos and thoughts throughout that special day which was the first anniversary of my mom’s passing:
The paths wind in and out of the various areas of the park. Plenty of places to stop and rest awhile (which I did) enjoying a cup of coffee and the stillness and serenity, early in the morning.
Only a few people out and about that day. The beach was quiet with the water still much too cold for a dip. Lovely views to enjoy though!
Another view of the lake to savor and to ponder.
Finding my perfect “spot” to sit and reflect. Later, I worked on a charity crochet project, as the sun beamed down gently to keep me warm.
A ” fan” of bushes decorated the shoreline as I enjoyed the bliss of no watch to watch, no schedule to think about.
The day was mine.
This lovely, solitary daffodil bloom beckoned me to capture it’s beauty. I felt the presence of my mom close by and throughout the day. The daffodil was one of her favorite flowers. This one was for her.
The benches adorned with tributes to loved ones passed on. This one in particular captured my attention. A loving daughter or son remembers their beloved father. Passed on much too soon but obviously, not forgotten.
It was a magical, special day. I spent most of the time, happily alone with my thoughts. Writing, crocheting, reflecting and relaxing.
My one conversation was with a young mother, strolling along with her baby daughter. She stopped to chat and I was glad to share some time with them. I hope that I chose the right words to say to her. She seemed to need encouragement in her new (overwhelming at times) role as a mother. She also went on to share how precious her own mother was to her and to sympathise with my loss and sadness, as tears filled my eyes.
This young mother spoke to me with words that brought my own mom even closer to me that day: “ I will never be the same person again. I will worry about her forever.” I think she’s going to do just fine, in her new role as a mom.
I hope to enjoy another day in the park, just for me (and guilt-free) very soon.
And to my mom, Helen:
” You are always in my thoughts and in my heart. I love you.” G