Today is my mother’s birthday. I write this post to tell her how much I love her and admire all that she does on a daily basis. She is a true inspiration to me in my life and I feel so blessed to have her.
To all of her readers, please comment below and wish her a happy birthday. Today is a hard day for her without Andrew, but let’s try to make it as happy as it can be.
Thank you Florentina, what a nice surprise to find your post this morning. And thank you for all the birthday wishes that I have received. There is one in particular that I am hoping for…
Sorry I did not post yesterday, I couldn’t. We had an apocalyptic storm in my neck of the woods. Trees and power lines strewn everywhere. We were literally cut off, the roads around us were sealed. Robert, who had gone out with two friends and one of the friends’ older brother before nature unleashed the winds to drive the rains, couldn’t get back home, and the quartet ended up having to seek refuge at one of the boys’ grandmother, several miles from here.
We had no telephone service and even our cell phones died during the evening.
Now that the electricity has come back and with it, the heating, hot water, telephone and internet, I am quite nostalgic about the candle light evening/night that Hugh and I spent the night before last. The quiet was only broken when we talked, and by the howling winds and creaking trees.
When Hugh went out to check the roads and look for Robert, I stayed at home. I listened to the winds and to my heart. In the glow and in the shadows cast by the candles; I searched for Andrew. I hoped he would materialize from somewhere to come and sit with me. But though I didn’t see him, I knew that he was around.
Andrew loved candles. Now, lighting a candle and a jasmine incense stick in front of his picture, is the first thing that Hugh or I do each morning, and throughout the day.
In the light of the flickering flame, my Andrew’s face comes alive and he often smiles his gentle smile at me.
Alright, I am a bit behind schedule, I was going to write about our meetings at The Hill yesterday and as you now know, I couldn’t. Then I was going to write about it today, but with Florentina’s lovely, public birthday wishes I got a bit side-tracked, but I promise that I will write about it tomorrow.