This summer.

June 27th was the anniversary of my mom passing away.  A few weeks ago her husband, my step dad passed away as well.   He loved her dearly.  I think he was more than ready to go just to be with her.  They had immense faith that carried them through their last years and their battles with cancer.

It was sad packing up the last of my mom’s treasures,  saying goodbye all over again.  Remembering each story she had with each thing I held in my hand.  Missing her voice and laughter.  Missing her singing religious hymns in the morning as she puttered around the kitchen.

It was sad saying goodbye for the last time to a house, that the two of them built together.  It was a house that I did not grow up in so all the memories there were of my mom and her husband.  Many wonderful memories some not so wonderful, but still a memory is a memory.  It is what makes us.

The world seems to be facing one catastrophe after another, but still the sun comes up each day, the world still finds its way around the sun.  Just as we all find ourselves still standing, and making it through another day.

So here I am with some memories, and a new day.  And the world still circling, taking me one more year down the road.