October 16, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
Exactly a month after our mother’s birthday and approximately a month before our father’s birthday, my sisters and I went away for a weekend together. In years past, we had gotten together regularly as a larger family with children and grandchildren, especially on holidays, but this time it was just the three of us together with no distractions. We were at liberty to focus on ourselves—a rare treat. For the first time, I booked an Air BNB place-- in Shepherdstown, Virginia on Nobels Ridge Farm.
Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die." Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life Of Bees
Before our father died last year, he expressed concern that once he passed away, his daughters would go their separate ways. During his illness we were always in close contact with one another and often had to put our father’s needs first. Now that we’ve almost finished with his estate, we need to catch up with our families and our own health issues. Dad needn't have worried. This weekend, for the first time, his daughters were taking a trip together and leaving their families home to fend for themselves.
This trip mattered. Today, we arrived in time to explore some of historic Shepherdstown, eat dinner in Charlestown and then watch The Secret Life of Bees in our host’s large and unique movie theater. It was the beginning of a long-awaited weekend where we could share experiences, be ourselves and love unconditionally.
When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.” Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees.
My gift today is the beginning of a weekend with my sisters.
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