Slowly settling back into my own life after losing both of my parents in the Texas springtime (Dad in June 2009 and Mom in May 2013), I have become even more acutely aware of the extremes that I can’t help but notice in everyday minutia, every day. Sometimes I am able to fixate on them, but my mind always continues to dwell on them… in both healthy and appreciative, yet often tiresome and conflicting, ways. It’s been refreshing to spend the entire spring in Texas again. I’m enjoying watching the colors of my gardens shift in a seemingly timeless transition that happens overnight! For example, the bright yellow of Mom’s Dutch irises were replaced by the stunning blossoms on Dad’s favored squash which led up to the emergence of the wild yarrow and now the exquisite spurs of the native Texas columbine... soon mammoth sunflowers will brighten the weathered fence line.
According to Wikipedia, “There is some question as to whether Eliot originally intended The Waste Land to be a collection of individual poems (additional poems were supplied to [Ezra] Pound for his comments on including them) or to be considered one poem with five sections.” I think it’s good to have things to pontificate on, although poetry and philosophy definitely are not my topics of choice! It’s good to be stretching my limits again though as I expand my view toward the ‘new’ horizons ahead. Eternally bittersweet, the balancing act doesn’t swing through such extremes… At first my grief was like Storypeople’s Hidden Ocean where “She [I] held her [my] grief behind her [my] eyes like an ocean & when she [I] leaned forward into the day it spilled onto the floor & she [I] wiped at it quickly with her [my] foot & pretended no one had seen.” Now I can smile as quietly singing Sunshine on my Shoulders to myself in the garden releases the perpetual joy of remembering special moments with my parents while being fully engaged in this ‘precious present’ that magically and miraculously comes back to life each spring. That won’t ever fade or wash away… thankfully.
Unfortunately however, I did discover this month that newspaper obituaries do not remain posted eternally. So, for this Mother’s Day and Father’s Day 2016 (and my posterity), I reprint them here to honor my Mom and Dad, formally, once again.
|Nix, Carla Sue Rucker|
Visitation will be at Restland Funeral Home, 9220 Restland Rd, on Sunday, May 17 from 3-5 pm. Funeral services will be at Preston Road Church of Christ, 6409 Preston Rd, on Monday, May 17 at 10:30 am. Private burial at DFW National Cemetery in Dallas. In lieu of flowers, gifts may be made to New Friends, New Life (214-965-0935), the American Cancer Society (800-227-2345) or VITAS Hospice Charitable Fund (877-800-2951).
|Nix, Joe Carl|
Family and friends are invited to remember his 77 years of joyous living during visitation at Restland Funeral Home on Monday, June 19th from 5 to 8 pm. Funeral services will be at Preston Road Church of Christ, 6409 Preston Rd., on Tuesday, June 20th, at 10:00 am. He will be laid to rest with honor at the Dallas-Ft Worth National Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, charitable contributions may be made to the Brinker Volunteer Fire Dept, 1415 FM 69 S, Sulphur Springs, TX 75482; Preston Road Church of Christ Building Fund, 6409 Preston Rd, Dallas, TX 75205; or VITAS Innovative Hospice Care, 8585 N Stemmons Fwy, #700, Dallas, TX 75247.