“What is forgiveness? Sufi replied: It’s the fragrance flowers give when they are crushed.”
~ Unknown
It rained the whole time we were in North Carolina, and yet it was utterly perfect. It was soft, and quiet, and calm. The clouds filled the deep valleys like overfilled bowls of cotton. At one overlook just outside Highlands, the valley I saw the day before had completely disappeared. It was more like a guardrail keeping the cars from going to heaven than over a cliff.
Mom and I needed to get out for a while yesterday, and we slowly meandered our way through the clouds, stopping periodically for me to get my fix – photo fix that is. Mom is such a willing participant, plus we just had a good few hours being together.
Dad talked for a long time on today’s drive back to Kentucky. He reminisced about his Grandfather Terry whom he has never talked much about before. It must have been the steep terrain and low clouds that drew him out. It was a fascinating story. These few days are irreplaceable and I’m so grateful we were able to be together. It didn’t rain on our parade.
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