I led a hike on Paulina Creek on Saturday with 8 other hikers, I really enjoyed the group. The trail was dusty, and followed the creek. We hiked about 6.5 miles.
Paulina Creek is named after Chief Paulina, who was a warrior who attacked many Oregon settlers.
Our hiking group crossing the bridge
McKay Falls, our destination. McKay was one of the scouts who was instrumental in tracking Chief Paulina, and stopping his attacks.
We took an alternate trail back which was an adventure. Because it was a fisherman's trail, it was not used by horses and was MUCH less dusty. After the hike we visited lovely Paulina Falls.
There is a lot of water in the double falls, because the snow is melting very quickly.
I missed mom all week long but particularly on Sunday; for years I have called her every Sunday. My younger sister felt the same loss (we both called every Sunday, even when she could no longer pick up the phone. She said she heard our voices over the answering machine by her bed).
I have a couple of photos from my final visit, trying to focus on happier memories.
My sister with me in mom’s apartment
My brother. These photos are from the first day of my visit, when mom was more alert and able to communicate.
Mom always loved the grounds of the nursing home. Even when she couldn't walk, she loved looking out the windows and her rare wheelchair trips (the wheelchair was very painful for her)
Here is a photo of the resident apartment units (mom lived in one of the apartments before she became so ill).
The courtyard outside the nursing home
The flower garden outside the window
Flowers are watered and selected by other residents in the senior community.
My mom selected this poem (anonymous writer) to be read at her funeral. I find it both powerful and comforting.
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night
by Unknown Author
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.