So here it is September, 2016. Getting involved again in the political realm is a surprise for me. I have always liked being community-service minded. It must be genetic...and I think now, from all my years of family research, that perhaps that is clear. My Great-Great Grandfather (maternal) was a Senator in Vermont, and my Great Grandfather (paternal) was a REPUBLICAN(!)...through and through, from Missouri. Of course, I want to give some leeway there...perhaps the one in Vermont was too, but both sides of the family fought in the Civil War on the Union side...so I'm thinking they both were Republicans. But I remiss....because everyone knows that I'm a Democrat...with a big D.
September 3rd, 35 years ago, my Dad passed away. A long fight with cancer, took him at the age of 60. Here I am, aged 65...and blessed with a different outlook. When I look at my archives of my blog...it is ridiculous that I see the last time I posted here was a year ago. If you read that article...My Calistoga Dad..that was a memory of unbelievable proportions, and yet again dedicated to him leaving this earth. That is an intimate moment with a parent that will never away.
I expanded that story, and I just finished a chapter for a new book called "Lasting Impressions - Short Stories and Insights from the Writers' Journey". The Writers' Journey is a writing group that I helped form about 4 years ago. It has continued, and I am happy to see that all those "budding" writers felt confident enough to publish their work. It will be published soon, and we will have a book signing event at the Railroad Book Depot, in Pittsburg, CA. My favorite city where I lived for over 24 years, having a delicious life with my then husband and raising our children. I had a marvelous life with Larry, a big career, and of course dabbled in politics at the school board and at the City Council level for nearly 14 years.
So, Daddy....my chapter (or story) in that book is dedicated to you. A memory that I will never forget of the love you gave me. I simply smile whenever I get a smell of cigarette smoke...and no one is smoking near me...because I know that it is you, your energy of guidance along with mom, guiding me along this journey called Life. 35 years ago, you left us, but I can still identify those days I knew you were near me, catching my falls, telling me to brake, and holding me in your gaze when I stare at the sky. Love carries on forever.