When I woke up this year on Sunday, June 1, I reflected upon the emotions I was feeling one year ago. First, I cried as I listened to Waylon Jennings' Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line, Whiskey River, Good-Hearted Woman and I've Always Been Crazy, some of my dad's most beloved songs. Second, I washed those tears away in a hot shower and adorned myself in a silk blue dress and colorfully beaded cross necklace that I bought in the Dominican Republic several years ago. Third, I dressed my baby boy in his white baseball tee and white American Apparel karate pants, bought specially for this day, June 1, the day Eric and I chose for Avie's Catholic baptism.
Last year, my dad passed after midnight. When the sun rose, and the news settled, Tara, Eric, and my lifelong best friend and cousin, Laura, who was very close to my dad, felt that the only right thing to do was to go downriver together. So we did. Brian joined us. We were sad, but the river gathered us up and carried us through on a beautiful first day of June. Such was the case this year as the renewing baptismal waters washed over Avie and the revitalizing river waters splashed over me. Next year, a third annual paddling event will occur. It may be as spontaneous as this year's, and it will certainly be as special, because we will be paddling in honor of my dad's death plus my baby's baptism. Doubly special, indeed.
This post is titled June Goodness, but I have so far only spoken of one, single good day in June! You'll have to stay tuned to hear about the rest of the good June days, which have involved Father's Day, my sister's bridal shower, more rolfing (read about it in the May 16 post, Rolfing Away Plantar Fasciitis & Heel Spurs), as well as pulsed electromagnetic field therapy, Bowen therapy, and ChiRunning, which I'll tell you about in the near future. Blessings to all!