worn hands rest on cane
wispy white hair blows in wind
beauty in old age
I posted this haiku sometime in March or early April. My beloved aunt and cousin, dd, had come for a visit. I was enjoying an early spring day outside with my aunt.
In February, 2008, I posted this blog post. In 2008, the day after Valentine's Day, dd and my aunt had lost a sister and a daughter in a hit and run accident. This cousin had been out for a walk.
Late September disaster struck again. This aunt, along with my uncle, instantly lost their lives in a fatal car accident. I spent this past week in the Deep South with dd and relatives. Unfortunately, it seems that death is what lately takes me back to the old dirt roads of Mississippi. My uncle had a traditional burial. Per my aunts wishes she was cremated. She wanted part of her ashes to be strewn over the creek that she used to swim in as a child.
Have you ever noticed how velvety soft ashes are .. with a slight grittiness in this case ... tiny bone fragments, I suppose. I tossed some of her ashes into the creek while my husband stood in the middle of the bridge and read from scripture. There was no need to worry about traffic. We were in the sticks. All that surrounded us were woods and and the dirt road. I watched her ashes descend into the creek .. and then ... wouldn't you know .... after the deed was done, I instinctively wiped my aunts hands off on my britches. This spontaneous hand movement has bothered and slightly humored me since. Chickory coincidentally happened to have 'velvet' as the theme for this week's Monday haiku in which i occasionally participate. I couldn't help but write a haiku about that moment. It made me feel better, but I also felt somewhat callous in submitting it. Anyway, here is the haiku:
velvet soft ashes
tossed onto gentle mild breeze...
hand is wiped on pants.
Oh, and of course I have a visual ... have camera will travel after all, plus my cousin asked me to take many photos.
|a view of the creek from the other side of the bridge|
|my beloved auntie ..|
I've been holding this post back for a while now. My relatives passed away late September. This post has been in safe mode since then, beginning with just a short shocked notice of their deaths. It's hard to post things like this.
It's always odd to go back to this place where my father spent his childhood and young adulthood .... where I have so much family. Except for a year during my early childhood after my father passed away, I have not really lived there. I've visited plenty of times though but I never feel as if I am down there long enough. The land, the red clay, calls to me somehow. I ought to go down and spend a month or more. I do have property there, thanks to my father and mother. I love this land. The old homestead used to be on it. It's not the land with the creek. There were two seperate properties.
|Hard to tell, but my cousin on the right is packing a pistol .. just in case we come across a rattle snake ... It's hanging from his hip.|
We arrived back home sometime Friday evening. Since life does go on, we unloaded our stuff hopped back in the car and went to a homecoming football game. My son was playing in the marching band after all. We had not seen him all week.
|My son's eyes..|