May 1st was a glorious day in East Vancouver. Actually both days were glorious and I spent the whole weekend in the backyard gardening with my littlest monkey. It was a day of quiet reflection, aching bones and waking up from this long winter. I do not believe anything is more restorative than a day digging in the dirt and watching life return to our little backyard oasis.
It has been almost two months since my dad past away very suddenly and unexpectedly. Yesterday I spent the day thinking of him while working away. I feel as if I have lost my roots; as if I am lost and blowing in the wind rather than being grounded. He was my safety net, my back up and the one who I turned to constantly for advice and help. I am a self-professed daddy’s girl and I am struggling. The hardest part of this journey is the realization that my girls will no longer have the most amazing grandpa in the world around.
My Dad made these little dragonflies a few years ago for my garden. He loved to try his hand at new things and I was the most pleased recipient of many handmade treasures.
Chilling in the backyard with my little monkey, watching her set up her tea party and directing me with my camera was lovely. It gave me a chance to be creative and notice the small details of the flowering of my green space. As we lay under the currant bush listening to the newly awakened bumble bees I felt a moment of calm.
My Dad was my main business supporter and investor. If it wasn’t for him I would not be where I am now. I made a point of ensuring that I had regular photos of him with my kids and I am very grateful for the number of images that grace our abode; always smiling, always happy.
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