From Day ONE
Allow me to be vulnerable, intimate and share something that is so personal about me that only my best friends would know about. You may read this post and think it is lame and not a big deal, but to me it is my heart, my memories and a part of ME.
This is Saint Andrews Abbey. Or as I would call it Valyermo.
It is a Catholic Abbey that, well... you can say I was Umm, well lets just say my parents met there and well, simply put I was made there. So... I have REALLY been brought up there. :) Oh this is not going down hill fast. Anyways I have a life time of memories and this is one of the harder things to leave when I left California. I mourned the fact that my kids will not have the memories that I do. I have had major events that make this place special. My parents met here, I had my first major boyfriend from here, Carlos has a tattoo of the Abbeys symbol on him and most importantly my dad is buried here. And yet many of the little things here are just as sentimental.
The smell of the desert and the gravel,
The sound of the trees,
The constant sound of a sprinkler running, all these things bring joy to my heart.
The sad part of my visit here is because of a death of one of the Fathers here. Father Werner was one of the Monks who knew my dad (who passed away when I was 16) There are not many people that I know that were friends of my dad so it was sad to say good-bye to someone who held that friendship.
The great part is that I was here to be a part of it.
I have not been to funeral here since my dads which is coming up on 14 years. I must say it was weird.
And beautiful all at the same time.
The kids had fun decorating Papa Bills Grave. Its silly but makes me smile.
This is Dominic he was one of my dads best friends, and also one of my moms. He is just someone who I have known my whole life and he just is a special relationship.
So there you go. A very personal side of me that only those closest know. Welcome to my world. My soul. H

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