Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Leaving home

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I left home on Saturday morning feeling sad. Dave had already driven off in the other direction so I was leaving an empty house. It felt like a foretaste of the future: bitter. But what was I thinking? None of us knows the future.

I arrived in Wensleydale and felt happy: my big sister Kath was there. She always gets there before me. She is fast and reliable. She is a rock, just like our mother was.

I had a lovely weekend. How could I not? A great place to stay in my parents’ village, good food, seeing my brother, walking with Kath on the footpaths our parents and grandparents did before us,

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and checking in on the burial ground.

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Dave wants to be scattered in a river. I want to be here, with my parents and grandparents.

I felt sad to leave the dale on Monday morning.

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But oh, it was so lovely to be home.

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Maybe I am just no good at transition, at letting go.

3 comments:

Megan said...

Oh, I love those stone walls.

And no. None of us do know the future. Though I personally spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about it.

Sue Hepworth said...

Yes, I love the stone walls, too.
We read all this stuff about living in the moment but it is so hard to actually do it.

Anonymous said...

I wish I was sitting at Wayside, having a cuppa with you and Dave...sigh

LRH