Monday, February 11, 2008
This day in 2000 my Nana died.
She died exactly a week after my b-day.
This week I couldn't help but think often of this time frame from that year, how it all unfolded.
A dream came my birthday eve, with content to make sure I would be thinking of it this week.
And I suddenly started doing this yoga sequence in the morning, but I was having trouble remembering it, and couldn't find the tape, and when trying to think of where it could be, I thought of when I used to do this tape, and realized it was from that period of time in my life.
I am not going to write it out here, write about that time. I am just wondering what it is I am missing, her of course, but also something else, something I have yet to see, that is calling to me. From that time in my life to me now. Some message I need to receive, something I need to understand, and until I do, each year, this week, I will feel like I am holding my breath.
Until I do
each year at this time instead of remembering her life, I will focus on the week of her death.