Pivot. Shift. With grace and patience. About to attempt to resurface into my own life with its routines and obligations.
Not sure how it will go. I feel a bit anchor less.
May father departed for his final sojourn on Thursday afternoon. Around 4pm. The weather was perfect. His weather. Early summer temps. 30 degrees Celsius. Decktime. Forever he will be with me on the deck at four o’clock.