This weekend my husband and I would have celebrated our anniversary…hard to believe he has been gone so long. Over five years. Cancer is a hard thing, but it isn’t the cancer we choose to remember.
We remember that he always…seriously ALWAYS…forgot our anniversary. Thankfully, he knew this about himself. He had his secretary remind him…it was on his calendar, after all…and when he moved to a career without a secretary, by then the older girls took over the task. It actually never bothered me in the least. I knew when it was, and the fact we had made it another year was the only gift required. We did tease him endlessly about it, though. 😀
The younger kids remember he was ‘plushy’ and how much they loved cuddling on his lap and watching horrible tv and movies and bad wrestling shows. What made it special was that he knew it was all horrible…that was what made it so much fun. Toxic Avenger, grade D movies (Tremors, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes)… it became a staple item in the kids’ lives…one their friends still remember and celebrate on his birthday each year.
His passion for food! (I did mention he was ‘plushy’, remember?) We celebrated our anniversary with food. Either he took me out for seafood or chinese (my favorites) or I made him moussaka or lasagna (his favorites) …usually both…one for each night of the anniversary weekend.
He snored! OMG, the man snored like a jet revving for take off. It became a bit of a joke at the Fair each year with the families in our 4H campground. And the adjoining campgrounds… 😀
He laughed a lot. Cheated at games…and he loved games…and swore that it was ‘strategy’…and developed a game-winning ‘killer’ attitude in the girls. I don’t play games with them, lol. Except maybe scrabble or dominoes…can’t cheat at those 😉
Today was a good day. There was a gorgeous rainbow right over the river bridge that seemed to reach from the sea right down to our house. It made me smile. I think that was David, reminding me to do that. And when we think of him, we always do.
Driving over the Cosgrove tonight and the tide was out and the wonderful scent of pluff mud and coastal marsh swept through the car. Every year when my grandma came to see us she would tell me how she disliked that smell. To her it smelled like ~something died~ to me it smells like the renewal of life.
These coastal marshes teem with life. Small crustaceans, crabs, shrimp, fish, wading birds, plants, trees, and the teeming abundance of the waters. The health of the marsh is a good indicator of the health of adjacent ecosystems.
photo by Bob Hider
Driving or strolling the boardwalks along the edges of these wetlands is an unending source of joy, appreciation, and inspiration.
Pluff mud and Lowcountry marsh….smells like home.
The moon is full…it was breathtaking last night…
…..even more so as we were walking tonight…
Aedin glanced up, caught a glimpse through the trees and stopped in his tracks. A few strides further and it revealed itself, full, golden, ripe with the promise of autumn.
A blessing to share such moments. They imprint beauty into our souls.
As I’m sure anyone who knows me will attest…there’s a bit of a storm chaser in me. I love the scent of rain, a good hard storm with thunder that shakes the vaults of heaven, and lightning slashing the skies.
Here in the Lowcountry we get our fair share of storms and tonight we had a very lovely one. It began early in the afternoon, gusting winds shaking the trees, and a good steady rain. Just what our newly growing gardens and landscaping needs this time of year.
And just when it seemed the forecast for severe thunderstorms was fruitless…BAM! The house shook. The yard shook! Woo hoo! Here came the main event.
The dogs took shelter under the furniture. The parrot muttered to herself. I think she finds such displays more annoying than scary. The shaking and thunderous claps disturb her conversations and requests for…well…whatever she is wanting at that particular moment. And no one interrupts Scooter.
It brought back fond memories of chasing tornadoes on my rural paper route up in Ohio. Watching the rain come sideways, the lightning outlining the clouds. I do miss those twisters.
But this was a nice storm, not so big a rush as those…but fun.
Rain came down in torrents. The street filled quickly and was soon spilling up into the yard and driveway. As the storm moved over us out to sea, the lightning changed from blue and silver to pink. A show worth watching as each passing moment provided an even more breathtaking display.
Who wouldn’t be mesmerized by such power and beauty?
And all too quickly, in just a few short hours, it passed.
They say we may get another front later tonight. I hope so. I love sleeping when it storms.
Today I had appointments. Sunday is Father’s Day. I have quickly lost track of the entire month of June.
Sunday is not sad so much any more…the kids and I are adjusting…but the old habits keep creeping back up on me. I go to the store and catch myself trying to decide what to make David for Father’s Day brunch. The kids saying how much they felt they ‘needed’ to make western ribs this weekend…we don’t even eat red meat any more…but because it was their Dad’s favorite. He loved to grill. Well, no. He loved to have grilled food, LOL. He started the grill and then the rest was mine. Which was totally the correct move because he was an impatient chef and cooked before the fire was ready.
No ribs this weekend. No lemon meringue pie or a fancy brunch.
It seems empty somehow without those things. But he is remembered this weekend. And missed.