Endings and Beginnings

I feel like I've been waiting to write this forever. And yet, it feels like it hasn't been nearly long enough.

My father-in-law passed away tonight. And finally he's free of the body that was failing him and free to be at peace. Certainly, I have my ideas of what that means, and I know he had his. They were not the same idea, and I have no intention of sullying his memory with conflicting religious idealism.

I can say however, that today is Imbolc. The Festival of Lights and the beginning of spring, even under the snow. Somehow, it pleases me that he was able to move on in a time of beginnings, not just in a season of endings.

I won't speculate on exactly what that means. But I will just let it be what it is.