happiness

Memorial rock

I finally got to the funeral home and picked up the memorial rock my sister and I had made for our parents.

It’s weird that this is a Happiness moment, and yet it’s not that weird at all. Since dad died we have marked a spot in the yard, where some of his ashes were scattered, that has been our memorial gathering place. Now we have a marker for the both of them. A place right here at home, in one of their favorite spots, where we can sit quietly (with the mosquitos) and remember them.

I miss them, but I feel their presence strongly

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