Our hands are the same. I can look in the mirror and see him. He will always be staring right back at me.
Hello beautiful people!
From the last blog entry to now seems like a whole other world ago. I let you all know what was happening in my world with my Dad’s sudden diagnosis of pancreatic cancer and knowing his inevitable death was near. Something, no matter how you know it, how hard you try to wrap your head around it or try to “brace” yourself for…it’s simply impossible to know beforehand a world without the one you love in it! One can never truly predict the processes and “rides” you go on after they leave.
This has been my predicament lately. Getting me to this page seems like a small battle has been won to a degree. When I am in my grief I have noticed I am certainly not as sharp. I also tend to procrastinate and for that I apologize for being late with this blog. YOU all have been wonderful while I have been on this ride.
I figured I didn’t really have anything positive to write or share, what’s the point, right? Why depress other people with a sad blog? Well, the sun cracked on Sunday (how appropriate). We played at CSL and then at Bar 365 and many of you showed up.
The smiles and love of the audience really soothed this soul and I know it’s true for Mo too. We were kinda dragging our feet to the gig. And then music starts happening and there is this thing inside, like a deep breath of life and possibility that raises to the surface…joy. I was able to feel joy again! It’s a contagious thing. The audiences interaction with us, our interaction with the audience…we raised each other. It was so beautiful. In this pain, with my memory burned of his last days, I managed to feel joy among you all. How incredible. What a gift music is. It’s also, “going where the love is”. Which is our MP3 for you this month.
Go where the love is…why go anywhere else? I cannot believe we didn’t have it posted for you already, but I guess it all unfolds as needed. This song is so true and I love it. It’s one of my favorites.
A happy tune, and a reminder to seek out the good. The good that came to me in the last month:
I got to hold my Dad in my arms during his last days, and in this world now with Covid, this is truly lucky!
He and I watched the clouds go by, held hands and were silent together. The power of that I will never forget.
I got to have him for a Dad, so so lucky!
He showed me how much he loved me, and I believe it. Again, very lucky.
Many of you sent love and prayers for us, and we could feel it!
We watched the leaves turn before our eyes during the time we were at Dad’s and the symbolism of it all was so profound.
He shows up in my dreams, and I know he is having a great time with Mom again.
I got to sit at the ocean for a week and cry my eyes out.
I have a partner who allows me to be, exactly how I am!
I got to come back home and “Go where the love is”, in the fold of music. I feel super lucky for you all and for this journey.
No, I’m not 100%. But there is hope on the horizon. As a being, as a nation and as a world too! We will come together again! And I look forward to the days I can hug hard and long those people that I love.
I hope you all stay safe and healthy out there. I hope you all know how much we appreciate each and every one of you! Thank you for this time, thank you for your understanding, love, and care!
Have a beautiful Thanksgiving!
Much love,
Nicc, Mo and Juno
A very happy Juno, waggy tails are contagious!
My Dad had a smooth voice like Frank Sinatra! No lie! He could have done this for a living, but it was just for fun. Imagine his surprise when I gave up my day job to be a musician, I did it “My Way” too Pops!
A kind, gentle soul. I just love this picture. His eyes are full of love.
Oh, how I wish I had…another 100 years with you! As the sun runs across the sky, another day of gratitude!
