White Dog, Steve and I returned from our Chicago sojourn to bury my father last night. It was a journey more filled with reflections and affirmations than tears thanks to the tremendous love and support that surrounded us. Gregg and Dragon accompanied us every step to share the driving duties and so so much more. White Dog and Steve and I have no words to thank them for the kindness in volunteering for the trek. Their act of love humbles us.
Thank you, dearest two- and four-legged friends, for reminding us that we are never alone (even at the saddest of times). You helped us stay focused on the fact that the cycle of life should always be a celebration of the good, the hopeful, the love and the positive changes that turn the wheel...ends ARE necessary for new beginnings. My father suffered years of depression after the death of my mother and had succumbed to diseases which ate away at the quality of his days. Standing quietly after the service (yes, White Dog attended), I was able to wish the man who had been so instrumental in shaping me, godspeed to the other side...and peace for evermore.