It’s been a year today, since we said ‘Good-bye.’
Has felt fast….and interminably slow all at once. Time’s SO weird. Like Bri’s Aunt Victoria commented this morning “It’s a little hard to believe it’s been a full year since Bri died. Even from the East Coast, in some ways it feels like she’s still here.” No doubt…
Brizy’s essence is with each of us. In our hearts.
It’s a crisp gorgeous autumn day, blue-blue skies & bright sunshine, chilly gusts blowing in from the northwest. The seasons are changing and our lives are, too. How perfect to be remembering Bri – whom we affectionately called ‘Brizy’ – on this VERY breezy / Brizy memorial day.
Marc’s gone on a meandering drive wending his way to the beach to spend some time with his thoughts and feelings. Bill & I were there two days ago. Always think of Bri when we go to the ocean. She was a mer-girl for sure.
Stayed ’til the sun dipped below the horizon and night shadows started gathering on the land. As we turned to head back to the Goat Rock Beach parking lot, noticed a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses and a small pot of yellow chrysanthemums by a gathering of driftwood on the sand. Who had brought them? Why were the flowers left there? Had the impulse to gather the flowers in my arms and offer them to the sea. But decided the sea was coming to get them in her own time. Just as we all come and go…in our own time, too.
If I had planned to make this post, I might have done things differently. Getting a photo of the flowers. Tossing them into the sea. But the past year especially has been about feelings, following my intuition, and simply being. Being simple. So dear friends, you’ll just have to imagine the flowers in your minds. And fill in the missing storyline yourselves…
And BE. Fully yourselves.