It’s been a good long while since we’ve been around in the clouds.
The wind seems to have swept us away.
Although you’ll hear all about that in an upcoming Daydreams Diary, we wished to catch you up on some of what’s gone on while we were away.
We had originally planned just to be away for the holidays after our October festivities ended here last year. Then a few unexpected events took place. I ran into some financial issues with my home and business due to my medical issues in August of last year. After that I got word a close relative of mine’s health was dwindling. & My life changed overnight. Everything else stopped and it was like nothing else mattered at that moment but my family and those I love.
A lot had to slow down. We had to take a breather. We had to sort things out. Before we could do any of that I got a call that my favorite uncle, my great uncle, my grandfather’s brother, who basically took a hand in raising me (it takes a village) and had been there all my life and so much more, had passed away.
So many emotions.
More than I care to drown you with here.
Sad but beautiful.
My Uncle “Pat” Pasquale, had touched so many of our lives in different ways. Though, in the later years of my life I remember his MS getting worse. Sadly, in very recent years it took a turn for the worst. Though he lived a great, long life, my Uncle Pat. He was one of the greatest storytellers I have ever known.
At his wake, my cousin Randy said some very moving words about him that could not have been more true for any one of us. He spoke of how my Uncle Pat loved nothing more than being a Dad, a grandfather, part of our family, an elder, and the people in the room. He certainly loved all of us.
Those words inspired the title behind this work, mostly due to how during the whole very sad but love-filled process, there were certainly a few times I felt others in my life that have passed on in the room. Others that were close to my uncle as well. Others like my own mother, that I felt a little nudge from a few times. These are things I usually only share with that side of my family. My mother’s side. The one that has a line of women just like me that are not afraid to speak of such things. Though, I’m starting to think you’re ready. I’m blessed to have them. The people in the room.
It’s been a while since we posted some music along with one of our Sunday posts so what better choice to go along with this theme than to introduce to you my very gifted and gorgeous little cousin Nicolette.