The state of Texas has its downfalls, but one thing I’ll always love about it here are the wildflowers in spring. It’s not that we have particularly harsh winters, but after a season of drab and dead and (sometimes) cold, spring here is such a refreshing turn. Except for all the Texas sized bugs. Those are not refreshing.
Matthew and I rounded out his spring break with a nice long weekend at the ranch, and since the last time I’ve been there, things have changed tremendously. The trees that were once skeletal and bare are now budding and green, and wildflowers literally fill the fields and blanket the ground in most areas. It was really breathtaking, and I found myself seeing everything through the frame of my camera—imagining how it would look in a picture. Funny how perspectives change with our passions.
To be honest with you, my heart has been really heavy lately. Edd is slipping away. Last night my mom needed help getting him from the living room to his bed, and he was confused and frightened and just… gone. It broke my heart to see him that way. He’s not the man we knew anymore. The cancer has taken the part of him that made him him. The decline has been so rapid in the past couple weeks… I haven’t been able to write about it. No words seem to do this justice—what I’ve seen the cancer do to him and people I care about. I’ve been feeling disingenuous on this blog lately, because I feel the need to carry on and continue posting (which I really do enjoy), but to not tell you about this other huge thing… the loss I sense is so near and, really, has already occurred… I can’t gloss over it, even though I never have the right words. It’s real. It hurts like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I have trouble not focusing on it, not feeling it all throughout the day, because I know he’s suffering, and I know my mom is suffering in a whole other way. Even our family dachshund, Nicky, is sick and old and needs to be put to sleep. When it rains it pours, right?
I’ve never lost anyone I really love before, but I guess now begins that time of life when you have to learn to face death and somehow come to terms with it. I was thinking out at the ranch this weekend about how hopeless this life would be if we weren’t given the promise of spring. Change. Good things to come. Because there are such good things to come! Even when it feels like the season you’re in might never end. It will. It will be good again.
Anyway, sorry to be so heavy. Why are my heaviest posts always on Monday? Forgive me. :) And thanks for reading! Here are a few more fun pictures from our weekend at the ranch…