Hello there Pat,
I was just sitting here eating a huge cup of cut up fruit I got from the guy down the street, he chops it up, puts on chili powder and lime (not sure you'd be into the chili powder) and crams it all in a big plastic cup...mmmm, mmmm...reminds me of visits with you, you never failed to offer and include us in your morning bowl of fruit even if we declined for something less healthy.
Mom is heading back to New Hampshire at the end of the week. She'll be going to New Hampshire to visit with all the old friends there. Of course, it got me to thinking what it will be like to make that final turn on the road as Crystal Lake comes into view. I'll know that you won't be waiting up on the hill for me.
Remember way back in June of 1978? Tanya and I and the dogs I think, flew in to Portland, Maine airport at night, it was foggy and we had this long drive to the Inn. When we pulled up to the back door, there was only one light on, it was before you put up the twinkly lights along the driveway. We were hustled up the back stairs to the room above the kitchen and so began our time in Snowville, New Hampshire. I don't know about Tanya but I know I was wondering where in the world you and Mom had taken us! Waking up the next morning to a beautiful day and seeing where we really were was amazing.
And here it is 31 years later. Each and every visit, my favorite part of the drive up was the final mile around the lake and up the hill to the house.
I think of you all the time but more laughs than tears these days. I look forward to celebrating you on the lake with all those friends and family. We'll say hello from you.
Love,
Xochi
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By reading your blog Xochi, one can realize how much of a wonderful person you are. The work and professionalism radiates the love you have for your Dad, Mom, and family. I truly enjoy visiting your site. I'm fortunate to know your Mom and knowing who you are. It's really sad to lose someone who you love so much. I lost my Dad in 2002 and just lost my baby sister July 17th at 47 years old from Breast Cancer. I can't even realize she's gone. If I do, I'll start to cry again. What helps me besides keeping them close to my heart, is to study that I can't do anything about it but remember them. And you Xochi Blymyer, have done an OUTSTANDING rememberance work for your Dad. Sincerely, Bob Olivieri
ReplyDeleteWow, thank you Bob. You've left me speechless which is where I've often found myself in life, until I started this blog. It seems when you have a good reason to write, it makes it easier. So wonderful to know you've been reading. Thanks a lot. Xochi
ReplyDeleteI am here and have driven up the road and even seen our old blue house. It looks wonderful, just like it always did and now filled with I think eight children when the family is here. I have not seen them, but I felt them there. This trip is the best thing ever. Coming "Home" to Snowville and Eaton is what I wish for everyone in their own way. I feel such love and happiness and get hugs and kisses and great meals and conversation and sharing of memories of friends of thirty years. That is something so valuable. The beauty of this place is astounding with all the rain. It has been very hot and I hope the day of the celebration is nice and no rain. I think it will be. It is hard to describe how happy I feel and I hope I get to see every single person who I love while I am here. I have even met one baby and will meet another today. I think I may be one of the most fortunate people on this planet and I thank the Universe for leading me here in the first place. I know Sunday at the beach will be perfect and I have a hunch Pat will be somewhere fully aware of that day. Also Pat also said I should just get a chair and sit at the Eaton Village Store, and I actually did selling tickets for the Folk Fest to raise money for the new septic system. It was fun, I saw so many friends. There is so much love in my heart for everyone. Thanks for being here.
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