My mom was up this week and stayed in Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
It’s a nice time to come in mid-September, quiet and with lower rates.
Was great to see her, great to spend time on the beach, and go out to wonderful places to eat (Schulte and Herr, Dancing Elephant, Saigon (was disappointed by Ken’s).
But, I realized coming home tonight who was there spiritually but not physically. My dad, Henry Davis, who passed away on April 1st.
He would have loved a week on the beach. Henry and Chris (my mom) courted going scuba diving in Southern California while students at the University of California at Riverside.
I felt his presence in early April at Higgins Beach. Even did a long performance poem to him while my mania was rising.
Mom said she had wonderful and happy dreams about him this week. She though of him earlier in the year as a dolphin.
Dad wasn’t happy his last few months in hospice, post his second brain surgery. I sensed his soul was free of a broken body in April and think that is still true.
I realized just getting home tonight that I had a sadness about my dad not being there. My mom seems to be doing okay (except for an arthritic knee), much better than I expected.
I am doing mostly okay, but have been exhausted all week.
Grieving is a difficult thing. I don’t think the spirits of the departed leave the Earth completely. I also think ceremonies like Mexico’s Day of the Dead are important and beautiful. We need to remember the departed.
I also learned this week at the Eastern Trail at Scarborough Marsh is really beautiful. I need to spend much more time there.