Day 68
March 9. 2021
Happy Birthday Molly Whiton
The highway crew was grading the road where I usually park to take pictures and write, so I pulled up a little bit and took a different angle and then just kept driving on this beautiful March day. This is the week that I usually check out. It's the week where I've always believed my magic is off and I have to be very careful. But it doesn't look as though I'll be able to isolate. I hope I can on the 11th and maybe until the Ides. We'll see.
In 2004 my friend Cynthia passed away. Her husband, Bob, asked me to help write the obituary and to chose the clothes we would bury her in. It maybe the time in my life I felt most honored. He wanted me to chose the clothes she would begin her new journey in, the ones her physical body would be left in and her other would soar in. The first piece of the costume I chose were her shoes, her Treks so she could walk wherever she wanted in comfort.
I asked my Mom to come up and help me. I don't know why, I'd never prepared for an open coffin wake before and I think I wanted her to double check my ideas. I used her that way a lot. Anyway, I chose a denim jumper and a blouse she favored, fun socks and her Treks. I knew she'd be happy in that outfit.
I wanted her to be happy. She deserved it, she worked hard to fight her ghosts and make peace with her life. She worked hard to care for kids who needed advocates. She was loved by others, but she was haunted and I still think the cancer was the final act of that trauma and her death was release. Unfortunately it released her physical form from all of us who needed her, but she was free, buried in an outfit for freedom.
I saw many songbirds today. It's time to pull out the chart and keep it daily.
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