The peonies about to bloom means one certain thing to me -- that the anniversary of my sweet Nona leaving us is nearing. Then, since time seems to go by in a flash lately, it's here.
I can't really believe that four entire years have passed since the night I got the call from my father. 1,460 days gone, 208 Sunday Nona phone chats missed, two apartments moved into, a proposal accepted, dog brothers adopted, one wedding, a job gone, a job found, three cars purchased, about 20 pounds gained...
and here we are.
Every May 30, I try to take the daytime and do special somethings that lift my spirit, and then as the night falls, I pour a few drinks and think. I can't help but wonder what Nona's opinion might be of the goings on since she took her place in the sky?
Well, I married The Prof; she'd be ecstatic. One of the things that made me happiest was that she got to meet Mark, and telling her how we planned to make it official. I wanted her to know that I had someone, and she didn't need to worry about me being alone "way up there in Boston."
Where are the babies? She would ask for sure. She'd probably urge me to have that adventure, soon.
My job...I can imagine her excited voice when I told her how I've moved upward in my career, and was an art director at a successful social media company (although she would not know what either of those things entailed. No biggie -- some days I don't, either!)
And she'd be glad that I was growing my hair out...again.
In thinking about my life through "The Nona Lens," I know that I need to find a certain something, not sure quite what yet. As Ms. O. said "Everybody has a calling, and your real job in life is to figure out what that is and get about the business of doing it. ... It lights you up and it lets you know that you are exactly where you're supposed to be, doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing. ... To live from the heart of yourself." (yes, I did just go there.)
Maybe realizing what I would want my grandmother to see in me is the ideal motivation.
Until the peonies next year,
Alvena Delpoio Gorelli
February 11, 1915 – May 30, 2007
"On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky
Just breathe in the air and blink in the light
On my last night on earth, I'll pay a high price
To have no regrets and be done with my life"