Dear inspiring ones,
It’s been 13 days since I’ve probed my laptop keyboard with these digits … Wow. First sentence and it feels like I just don’t have it. But one of my joys in life is to communicate, so I will keep going.
Since Jody’s death, my life has been covered with crying, flatness, a pinched nerve in my neck, pain often about 6 or 7 out of 10, and the dullness that the pain meds have given me. More importantly, this little life of mine has received a huge flow of love … face to face, on the phone, and in my Inbox. Thank you for loving me.
Twenty-six of us shared a meal last Saturday. Twenty-five told Jody stories, animated with great love. The 26th human being cried a lot and couldn’t bring words forward into the group. So … all of us let our inner heart shine.
At one point, I stood up and started singing “Annie’s Song”, a piece that I sung to Jody for 20 years or more. A few words into the singing, my grief blanketed the phrases. But people heard, and many of them continued the song. “Like a night in the forest. Like the mountains in springtime.” I’ve always added a special verse, but after “May the road rise to meet you”, everything tightened again. And once more, kind souls held me with their singing. How blessed I am to receive such love.
Julie, our family doctor, spoke of how well prepared Jody was for her appointments, armed with pertinent questions about her medical well-being. Many folks reflected on Jody’s smile, and on how she brightened their day. It was family around the dinner table.
I played a YouTube video of Cyndi Lauper singing “True Colors”, one of Jody’s favourites. She loved singing it with the SingStar microphone poised by her lips. I see the song as a request from Jody to all who loved, and love, her. “Of course you have tears for me. May your smile return soon. I love you because you show me what’s true for you. You speak and act as an expression of the great soul you are. I’m so glad you do that.”
Wow. I’m all drugged up. I sure wouldn’t want this to be my daily life. I think I’ve had enough writing for today. But it is a blessing for me to speak with you again.
Oh, one more thing. I said in my last e-mail that I’d respond to all of the messages I received after Jody went back into the hospital. There’s about 300 of them, and I’ve said hi to 25. I expect that I’ll get a few e-mails saying “Don’t bother. Take care of yourself.” The thing is, though, talking to you is taking care of myself. So I will write to all of you who wrote me. Just not right now. Is answering an e-mail a month after I got it too weird? Oh well.
Second more thing. I’m going to Cuba for two weeks, from December 5 till December 19. I’m going alone. Haven’t gone on a vacation by myself since my 20s. The hotel didn’t even charge me a single supplement. Yay! I’ll be staying at the Memories Paraiso Azul Beach Resort, on Cayo Santa Maria, an island just off the northern coast of Cuba. For part of my time there, I will be silent. A lovely meditation retreat on the beach, on the jungle paths, in the dining room. For another part of the time, I will be anything but silent. I love talking, and I’m going to gab with all sorts of folks from all sorts of Canada, Cuba and the world. Jody thinks it’s a great idea. Me too.
And the third more thing. Jody’s Celebration of Life will be held at 11:00 am on Saturday, January 31, 2015, at the Bellamere Winery in the northwest corner of London. For all of you within easy travel, I hope you’ll come, and perhaps speak of my lovely wife. Our room has beams and panels of vibrantly brown wood, with a vaulted ceiling animated by tiny chandeliers. A good space for honouring Jodiette.
I will talk to you soon. Travel well.
I love you all,