One of the few waves of grief I have experienced since the time immediately following my dad's death hit me last night. From out of nowhere.
Mom and I had been talking about dad's older brother, Edgar, who also passed away earlier this month, and how he and dad had played music together so much. Mom said she could hear them right now clear as day. And then last night she was watching some country music show on TV and noted that "if George were still here he'd get up there and show them a thing or two."
And it didn't really register with me then, but a little later it hit me that if there is an afterlife, the dad and Uncle Edgar were probably entertaining the masses right then, bot back in full health and hearty voice, singing the old country blues and gospel-tinged ballads they loved so well.
When that thought registered I was driving over to a friend's house and I had to pull over to let the tears flow for a bit.
Grief is strange how it seems to visit at the oddest times and always w/o an invitation.
Boy in the well
From a shoot I did in April 2007 in Roanoke.
2 comments:
i found your blog through your flickr sets of hampton roads-very nice and full of life.
sorry for your loss, you describe the wave of grief that washes over us all sometimes out of the blue- it "attacks with love"
will look forward to your shots of western va.
have you ever seen this blog before? i enjoy her photography as well.
http://blueridgeblog.blogs.com/
Thanks, Diane. Keep in touch -- the pix have been regretfully few so far, but once August is over, buckle your seat belt, because I will be posting lots of stuff.
Thanks for the link to Appalachian Glory -- great photos indeed!
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