Sunday, April 22, 2012
Year of the Rabbit
The Year of the Rabbit was a particularly challenging one for me, not the least of which because my Dad passed away in September of 2011. I had a special bond with my Dad. He taught me so much about values and what to expect from life- and about what we need to put back in.
When I was a child, I had a stray baby bunny as a pet- it had been dug up by the neighbourhood dog, and 'presented' to me. Unfortunately, the poor thing died after a few weeks, and I was devastated. My Dad helped me dig a hole in the garden, wrapped him lovingly in an old wool sock of his, and said a few words over the grave. I never forgot that acknowledgement of my feelings, and my father's sensitivity in wanting to comfort me.
This Easter I visited my family in Kingston, and we had a quiet celebration of spring, hopeful for the renewal that comes with a new season, in a new year. My sister gave me some photos my Dad took before he died, saying she thought I would like to have them. I looked through them, and saw that they were of a rabbit amongst the clover in the backyard of our family home. I thanked my sister sincerely for her thoughtfullness. It was like a message from my Dad.