The beginnings and endings of May…

Last week was a big week.

Monday I accepted my offer from the Peace Corps to go to Fiji for 2 years, come September.

Tuesday I taught my 1230 yoga class- the exact same class I taught 1 year ago, and got the phone call from my sister that Dad had fallen and passed away. She had called while I was teaching.

Just like last year I went to Run club at Ferment, and saw my friends. I went to the season opener of The Ruins Tuesday Concerts, and danced.

Wednesday was 1 year from the day he passed. May 6.

Just like last year, I went to the last Speakeasy of the season with friends. Last year I almost had the courage to go on stage and practice my eulogy for the open storyteller spots. This year I was glad I hadn’t shared it with so many people- it is still hard to talk about.

Now it is Sunday.

I took Nikita to Punch Bowl Falls, sat at the Confluence and called Mom for Mothers Day.

Last year I sat with Nikita at the Mississippi River and cried, after Dads funeral.

I wonder where I will be sitting next year, on this same day in Fiji.