In October of 2013, three months after my Daddy’s death, I took a weekend retreat at a campground in a National Forest in Alabama. It was a small guest house close to the campground director’s home. I got there exhaursted, but with a big writing project to complete. When I arrived Friday, I unpacked, then slumped into a puddle of tears, wailing and lamenting over Daddy’s death. I had been so busy after his death dealing with my mother, the continued construction on our house, and so much more, that I had not had time to grieve. So I cried most of that night and next morning. The director stopped by to check on me and realized what a state I was in. She invited me up to her sunporch for tea. We talked and she helped me process the grief somewhat. I was able to return to my guest house and do the writing work I needed to do. On Suinday afternoon when I was ready to leave, I drove around the camp and took some photos. Then, as I drove home, I noticed so many wildflowers and other colorful flora that by the time I got, I wanted to create a “memory” of the weekend. Bill put my photos together into a photo video and I wrote a story to go with it. It has been a sweet memory for me.
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