June 14th is a day of personal infamy. How else to describe the day your child dies?
We had been in hospice for eighteen months and were as well prepared as possible. It stunned, though, with overwhelming and vicious finality, like an almost-lethal blow to the solar plexus of my soul.
June 14th is just a day, like my children are just people. It’s as important as their birthdays but a lot more dangerous. It can’t be ignored or wished away: it requires reckoning.
For me, the only answer is escape. This year, it was Scotland, a country whose national animal is a unicorn.
We left the evening of June 13th, on a plane that chased the sun over a northern arc. It never got dark, so June 14th seemed indefinitely delayed – and then we were fully in it. Not unlike our time in hospice.
My first impression of Scotland was warmth. Not weather, (it was overcast and in the 50’s) but the people. From the woman who met us at the airport (She was in a pink tweed jacket and sparkly burgundy shoes; “It felt like a pink kind of day when I woke up this morning,” she said) to the kilted, septuagenarian hotel greeter who fist-bumped as way of greeting, it was everywhere. Scots are down-to-earth, friendly and inquisitive. They are as wonderful as their accents.
They are also great storytellers. We learned about kelpies (water spirits that look like horses but for their wet manes. Miss the tell, and they may drag you down to a watery grave.) and lost pipers and angel’s share (the bit of whiskey lost to evaporation as it matures. A scientific principle, infinitely more delightful as a story.)
Almost two hundred years ago, a little boy lived here, on 17 Heriot Row. He had weak lungs and missed a lot of school. He couldn’t play outside with the other kids, but may have heard them from his bedroom window as he convalesced. There, his beloved nurse cared for him and told him lots of stories. He began making his own – and never stopped. Later, he would write about pirates and adventure, good and evil.
This was the childhood home of Robert Lewis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island and the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
(That which limits the body has no hold on the imagination. I learned that from a little girl who used to pretend that her bed was a magic carpet.)
There’s great beauty in Scotland, both natural and made.
It’s in the castles:
with their fancy ceilings;
In the cities,
There are a lot of gravesites in Scotland, more than I’ve seen in any other place.
They are remembrances — because to forget is to lose a part of yourself.
On one of the last nights, we attended a ceilidh (pronounced Kaylee). In a beautiful old room with twinkling lights and a distinctly pink glow, we heard more stories and listened to the fiddle and pipe. We swung around and around in a Scottish line dance that brought a bit of dizziness and a lot of cheer. A ceilidh is a gathering, and it is a celebration.
At the very end, we sang a famous song from the famous Scottish poet Robert Burnes: Auld Lang Syne.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We sang about those we love from days of old, for they need celebration too. They stay in our heart — and become part of our story.
18 thoughts on “Scotland”
I love the pink unicorn on the wall!
So beautiful and your story is so touching. 💜💗💓💞
I’m glad you keep this tradition, your daughter would want you to explore on her behalf. Your photos this year seem a bit more “peaceful”. It looks like you all had a wonderful time. God Bless and thanks for sharing!
💗 Love this
I treasure your stories, your sharing. Thanks for giving us insight to managing loss and how to keep on with life and enjoy the memories and the present!
Beautiful trip with many ways to feel that Julianna is still present….💕
I love the tradition of going on a big trip. And especially all the ways Julianna (& God) showed up in Scotland. Thank you for sharing your beautiful and touching thoughts.
Remembering Julianna. ❤️
Beautiful and moving.
Thanks for sharing.Scotland is a wonderful place with wonderful people. I’m glad you went! There are no words or anyway to traverse the loss of Julianna easily. I pray as you go forth strength continues to happen and ‘reckoning’ with her loss continues
So many beautiful things and such imagination.
Some say coincidence is not real at all and the Universe has room to hold things we do not understand. Some say that our minds simply try to make sense of random events in the universe by putting the events into a category or giving them some type of explanation. J’s understanding of the Universe is the most advanced and does not simply assume things, which leaves plenty of room for the truth to find it’s way in. In other words, J might have used imagination a lot and believed in magic, and that way is deceptively wise. What’s the difference in being that way and the other side simply making up things to rationalize what they do not understand? No difference at all, actually! In fact, J’s way is more wise as it always leaves room for possibilities, for truth 🙂
You all look awesome, you and Steve look great and it is surprising to see that Alex has grown do much. It was amazing to see your smiles 🙂
As always, Michelle, a truly great post that demonstrates what a profoundly awesome writer you are! It was so great that you could get away, especially because you felt like it 🙂 I truly hope that you all found even a bit of joy and wonder on the trip, and were able to bring similar joy and wonder home. Yeah, it’s not easy, especially around that time of year to find joy and wonder-, but y’all know that J would want you to find it anyway 🙂 In a world where magic is a real possibility, nothing is impossible 🙂
Michelle, I’m so grateful to see this blog here this morning. It was so good to see pictures of you guys this morning. Alex has gotten so much bigger, so good to see him. Thank you for posting this beautiful blog we need to know how you are doing, so great to see the pictures of you, Steve and Alex. This blog has truly made my day! Julianna and you guys are in our hearts ALWAYS!
This is beautiful story and, as a Scottish person, I am so happy you had such a brilliant time in Scotland. 💛🏴
Thank you for sharing your wonderful trip to Scotland. It looks as if J found ways to join you on your journey, and to delight in the things you discovered there. I miss her, too.
Pink, glittery things, unicorns, story tellers – she’s with you still, as she will be always x
Julianna was magical, like the unicorn. Thank you for continuing her legacy and reminding all of us that joy is where you find it! May God bless you and your family.
I lived in Scotland for many years and left in sad circumstances. I was back up in 2019 a few weeks before you to do the half marathon.
Going back felt like healing myself. I hope you managed to find something of the peace and warmth that beautiful city has to offer.