Today I sat in the Vermillion room at the Banff Springs Hotel overlooking the mountains…and the scotch and tequila in the forefront. I finally ordered myself a wee dram (neat) and I set out to write Fraser’s….story. Eulogy sounds too somber, so, His Story it is.
It is weird (hard!) to condense a life of mundane tasks sprinkled with bits of amazing adventures and memories into just a few words to signify who someone is. He has 54 years of memories…or rather, those of us who shared space with him now hold those memories.
As I was writing (or typing) I put a little story on Instagram. A friend from high school saw I was at the Springs, told me to hang on and she left her conference there to come for a quick visit. How amazing to share stories and see someone from when our story together began. It didn’t feel like that many years had passed…she and I have obviously hardly changed a bit! It was a quick visit but so wonderful. I guess social media does have its benefits.
I didn’t finish his Story but it’s in the works. Trying to find the most poignant memories and making sure to try and capture the essence of Fraser will take a bit. There was laughter and tears as I sat at the bar by myself. I was oblivious to my surroundings (except the mountains and scotch) and it was beautiful. I could feel the calm and peace that surrounds me when I think of Fraser.
On my way home I stopped by the Living Water in Canmore. It’s a spring that delivers beautiful water straight from nature. Fraser bought me a large water container for our anniversary (he got me the coolest gifts!) and we’d go out and fill all our jugs etc. Little did I know how light he made that water container look!! He always carried it for me…and today I was on my own. I felt more vulnerable this time which was strange for me. I’ve stopped there by myself many times, but today seemed different.
The sunset on the drive home was beautiful. It made me smile as I sang my songs and trusted his radar detector to warn me if ‘someone’ thought I was going too fast. It’s not my fault…his car, ‘Babe’ likes to go fast, and so did Fraser. I know it’s ‘just’ a car but I loved that he got to enjoy it. It was his little treat for his hard work…and he deserved it…and now I will try to keep it in the same pristine shape as he did. I even washed it last Sunday, that was his ritual.
Thanks for getting me home safely, Babe. It was a fun ride. Perhaps you need a special mention in His Story. ☺️
xo, Brooke
Reliving precious memories Brooke, they will never be lost , Fraser will always be here in our hearts through those memories . Like your friend said, after a while write that book.
Love you all ❤️
I think I’m not the only one that tunes in each night to hear your journey. Your story/life needs to be shared not just with us but with so many people who have lost loved ones. We need to find you a book publisher when life slows down a bit. Please don’t stop telling your story. 💕
Sounds like a great day! Take a few more.