PASSING

It is a few days before Patty’s Memorial on July 30th. Steve and Rosie invite me for a few days of reflection at Rolig Havn, before my final goodbye to my love of fifty-four years and five months. Nature at Rolig Havn is perfect for me to reflect. Even the thousands of swarming flys on the still morning awakening don’t bother. I open my heart and notice what comes. I have three glorious, inspiring sunrises, with nothing but nature to myself. The fifteen pristine acres on the North Shore of Lake Superior is a wonderful setting for the extremely well preserved Edwin Lundie design cabin. It is a wonderful setting, for me, at this moment in time. It is my Contemplating Cove on steroids.

I snap my compact Sony 1500 or so times during the immense immersion, expecting to stitch glimpses of living nature, capturing changing beauty of the moment. Beauty that will trigger memories of present reflections - gratitude, pleasant pasts, growing loves. The water, the waves, the air, the sky, the trees, the quiet, the birds, the fog, the clouds, the still. Nature is so inspiring, so refreshing, so relaxing, so revitalizing. I must have grieved Patty’s loss already. I feel only awe, little, humble, wondering what it must be like, to have passed.

I realize we don’t die. Patty’s body left. Her soul, spirit, essence is someplace good. I know. She was good. She realized her unique goodness. I hope to, too.

PASSING