What the snow brings…
Here in the North East we just experienced a winter blizzard.
It was glorious to see what seemed like billions of snowflakes flurrying around
town. In those moments of deep silence when the snow is falling and you can
somehow feel eternity its amazing what comes up. As I stood on a little wooden
bridge at the foot of many tall trees I could feel the profound love from
my late Aunty and Uncle D right to the core. Most of you know by now I was exceptionally close with them since birth. The three of us shared a tiny
two bedroom apartment for many years and were utterly happy and content.
Uncle D was always looking out for me. Whenever it snowed my
uncle would always warn me ahead of time of the icy spots in the road. When he came
home from his morning ride to get the Scalia bread (a signature bread of the
Italian community in the Boston area) he would help me clear off my car. Aunty
would always be inside preparing homemade cocoa and lightly toasting that soft Italian
bread and covering it with melted butter every single time it snowed. I think
my Uncle really enjoyed the snow too. I can still hear Uncle D saying, “The snow cleans the air.” And till this day, with every snowfall I somehow
revert back to life with these two benevolent human beings, who even in death, are
looking out for me. They perpetually show me love and it's well-received!
Aunty's Hat Protects Me From the Elements
Yesterday, as I trudged through the twenty-four inches of snow to get to my car I brought Aunty and Uncle with
me. I wore Aunty’s warm and lovely black fur hood. She would always wear this comforting
hat in the snow to stay warm. Well it did the same for me as you can clearly see
in the above pictures. It felt as if she were still there keeping me safe. She was saying, "Let my hat keep you warm." Feeling her love was tremendous.
My car was covered in snow and it was going to be hard work
to remove it all.
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| my car is there somewhere |
But, I had some help from my Uncle. Uncle D was an ace with
putting things together and puttering around with materials. He made this
special brush for snow removal and reinforced it with heavy tape.
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It still
works just fine especially for icy windows. Here you can see that with the help
from my beloved Uncle I was able to clear off my car a little easier. It was if
he were right there with me. I know he was. I could hear him saying, “Over here
chicken.” That was his endearing little nickname for me, winter, spring,
summer, and fall.
Next time the snow eases down from the heavens, or you have some quiet time…reflect
on the love from your dearly departed loved ones. They will show up. You’ll
feel it. Many believe they are already here. And they
take many forms.
