Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day to take a ride up the NYS Thursday and keep going on Route 17 to Wurstboro and then on to Ellenville for an annual celebration with my dad and family. St. Patrick’s without a parade and wild drinking has always be our day to buy a birthday card in green for my dad.
91 yesterday and my dad, presented with two canes from my brothers got a shirt, a light jacket and a bag of candy from me and Tuvia, and a table filled with family to celebrate another year and he was beaming the whole day and into the evening when I called from home.
And that should have been enough for one day…
but on the way up to bask in good wishes, I had to make another kind of visit. One of my best friends has been battling stage 4 lung cancer and this week during her weekly checkup at Sloan Kettering, she got the news that her cancer has spread everywhere. I hoped to see her just for a hug but instead sat with her daughter and son-in-law. There was nothing to say of course.
I’ve been living in a fool’s paradise of sorts. For most of my life I have not had to face loss but in the last year that’s all changed.
The silence that comes with loss that’s new for me,
and good thing the sun was shining for the trip back home.