Today is a special day for me and my children. It’s the 20th anniversary of the day my first wife Jill died of breast cancer. I remember the day and particularly the early morning a few hours after she died quite vividly. It was about 6am when I arrived home from the hospital and feeling numb and disoriented I sat shivering by the canal at the bottom of our garden where we used to live gazing into the reflections in the water. It was a morning similar to this morning bright and beautiful and dazzling as the early morning sun bounced off the water. Jill loved sitting by the water and we all have fond memories of her sitting on the bench on the jetty drinking her morning coffee so I thought I would make my simple memorial through a movie that reflects the stillness and beauty in the water of our pond.
Every year at this time the foregetmenots bloom as if to remind us not to forget her. They poke up everywhere and you can't escape them. It's easy to see how we create meaning from such things. But she is never far from our thoughts and that will be until we cannot remember her any more.
In March 2023 I began an experiential inquiry called Pathways to a Sustainable Future and many of my posts between March-September were written for this project.
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