Day 332

November 28, 2022

Happy Birthday, Margie.

                        Rest in Peace, Barbie.

The Rainbow was the connection, yes, The Rainbow Connection.

photo by Paul: View from Branford Hospice

This day has been super sensitive or all emotions have been felt at a high frequency.  It started at sunrise when I felt wide awake, aware my sister would die and felt my  father in the room.   I lay in bed and thought that through.  Got up and wished my baby sister a happy birthday  wanting her to be special for at least part of the day, because she is.  

I made Patrick model for me to help get the camera back on line and I took a half dozen bad photos of him.  

After I got the word about Barb and I'd finished all my have tos I took my ride and at the very top of the hill I got a call from Annie.  I pulled over and talked and watched some chickadees and an eagle.  When I hung up and started to roll down the hill a huge rainbow appeared in front of me with little tiny spits of rain coming down over me.  I just knew it was Barb soaring free of pain and worry.  So beautiful.  The end of the rainbow came down between the farm house and the mountain behind it.  I thought maybe I'd found the pot of gold.  But she has.  

I wrote this poem for my brother Paul 30 years ago.  It still holds true tonight.   It's absolutely clear, and it was for Barb this month, too.   

September Night

                       

Remember that day

we ran away from home

to lie in the field,

stare up into the Vermont sky?

That September night when I

thought I'd freeze to death?

You pushed up close to me

our blankets wrapped

around us like cocoons.

You pushed in close, my brother;

put your arm around me

and we counted the shooting stars.

One, two, three, silence, four, five...

Must have been your last year in high school

Must have been before you went away.

It was crisp and moisture was

forming on the blades of grass.

It was absolutely clear.