I will never ever be satiated at looking at it and nothing will comfort my homesickness for Sunken Meadows, except the sight of the drive underneath the ocean to get to the beach. It seems fitting that I would see it again after uncle has passed. He introduced us to the sight. Every year it was his job to celebrate his beloved marriage with a party for his Helen on the beach.We came to associate the sight of the ocean with His love of us and lots and lots of family and food. We would go to the beach and see everybody and know that we were a part of eachother there. "Will you meet me at the River" It was the ocean for us. The first that I remember was the huge storm that led me to respect Mu's knowledge of the elements. She is just trying to spoil my fun, I thought. But, I came to find that she was more right than we could ever know. The torrents were over us before we could pack our stuff and she saw it first.
Uncle led us to respect the most respectable. Follow me, ladies, he said in the unspoken. I will show you why I respect these women in your life. We watched him watch them. If Uncle can handle their crazes and still respect them, I guess we can learn to do the same. We are still learning that. I said, Uncle, where is your family from? He told me of his family and introduced us to some, but mostly we saw him respect our family and love them and give them a voice to grow their gardens of children. Sweet memories of his supportive uncling role. Love that was always there, like a huge and supportive tree. Love, that was masculine and directive, mostly silently.I've been stuck on the first time I heard his voice over the phone. Ju had put her hand on the iron and Mom called them in screams and dismay. His masculine loud voice came through the line and pulled her together and I will never forget that power that he had to pull it together, when our feminine emotions couldn't. I have a blister right on the inside of my hand and I am kissing it and hoping that we are enjoying the memory while he is at his river with the family picnic on the otherside. The angel's ironed the reservoir here, he seemed to tell me. It is a wonderful peaceful Heavenly reunion with Jesus and the rest of the family that have gone on before us. I got to touch the iron on this trip and I am grateful that his voice is calming my fears that I can't be with the family for his day. The beach was wrinkly for sure on this side, but his side is calm and placid.