I've been pretty quiet lately, here on Mermaids and Moss. I've had a lot to process and think about. My father passed away in January. He died on my birthday. I spent much of the last few days alone with him. My sister and I were holding on to him the moment he passed. In some ways it was the most horrific moment of my life, but in other ways it was a wonderful gift for him to finally be free of pain and discomfort. Even though he was heavily medicated, it wasn't a comfortable time. Cancer is a horrible death. The days and hours leading up to his death reminded me so much of birth. The waiting, the signs, the patience and comfort and care. It was such a process and so amazing to witness him pass to the next experience. My first thought was, "Wow. What a journey!" I felt his energy and the great push when he left his body. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I miss him so much. And miss my mother, too. The moment he passed my sister was telling him to go find Mother and we were both saying we loved him. He was reaching for us and I'm sure he knew we were there.