These days when I dream of Dad, he is walking.
I also feel peaceful and protected. It feels very much like:
I find myself mesmerized when I drive by sites of beauty and sentimentality. Yesterday afternoon, the trees glistened in the sun as I drove west on Hastings in Burnaby. Wet with raindrops, they were lit against a dark sky in the east and an intense rainbow appeared. A few days ago, I was driving West along Pender towards the bridge and I saw four distinct old men, whose solitude and whose character stuck with me so profoundly.
• The man in the wheelchair, sitting and smiling at pigeons, a beam of sun warming him.
• The seemingly 90+ years old Woody Allen look-alike with his curved spine and his high-waisted pants held tight with a belt, in his cardigan and wearing glasses, gleefully sucking on a cigarette in front of MacLeod’s Books.
• The stately dressed old man, with his hat and long coat and his pants alarmingly short, using his cane to hit signs and bikes and other objects has he walked.
• And the Santa Claus, walking serenely East on Pender in the midst of suits and high heels.
They stayed with me, these images. Were they messages from Dad? The sentimentality I felt for him in those moments actually filled me with peace.
Starting tomorrow, I will be sharing Dad’s journal, YOU KNOW — NOTHING, in parts to celebrate the approach the release of Drawn Together. It’s a gem.
The book, Drawn Together, is getting close to completion! Greg Salisbury of Influence Publishing is hard at work finalizing the work and I am so thankful to him (and to my brother Fred, who is helping with images) for the hard work. I feel an intense MISSING when I think about holding the book. I can hardly think about it. But that is how I anticipate it. I may feel filled and whole. In fact, I know I will!