SALMON LAKE, May, 12, 2012
By: Diane Sawdon
The month of May is now in the past. It was not a stellar month for me by any means. I spent a good portion of my days wading through piles of never ending paperwork. Swimming in jello would have been less challenging and more manageable. I learned, all too quickly, that no official organization, bank, or insurance company will give you the time of day without a Death Certificate. The real challenge ahead will be proving that my sister did die in 1996 in Kern County. So far, that hot spot of beauty and culture in Southern California, wins my personal award for Customer No Service.
I found out how sympathetic friends far and near can be when one really needs support. It was a healing process for me to hear from you. Those kind words were the best remedy and cure. A beautiful Sugar Maple Tree stands planted in our yard as a Memorial to my Mother. It is a loving tribute from my Prospector’s Nursery Family. Thank you to everyone who cared enough to let me know that you were there for me.
I must admit to a quick getaway with my Better Half. He thought a visit to one of my favorite places, the Sierra Buttes, would be a welcome escape from the realities of the past few weeks. Our choice of accommodations was a disappointment, to say the least. But how could it be all bad when our deck sat right on the Yuba River and we had a lovely bottle of wine to share?? We were able to navigate the road into Salmon Lake and it was more than worth the precarious ride into the launch ramp. The lake was covered in snow and ice~~~there was no other human around but the two of us. It was almost otherworldly and the silence and grandure of the land around us reminded us of the majesty of Mother Nature. It was a palliative for the human soul.
Most often, when something happens in my life, especially those occurrences which seem so unfair, my first inclination is to write something. I am not one to verbally rant and wail. Therefore I cannot, in good conscience, end this ramble without a reminder of the fragility and fleetingness of life. My Mother was six days shy of her 94th birthday when she died. I would state, emphatically, that she led a long and vigorous life. On the other hand, I have absolutely no words for a life that was all too quickly seized. Life is not fair. There are no guarantees. I cannot come up with a religious or philosophical explanation that will ease my soul. I realize that nothing can bring you peace but yourself. I will work on this for many, many days to come. But, there is one thing that I am positive about, and that is that there is a new and sparkling star in the heavens looking down on us. RIP~~