After my mother was called Home in 2004, at first my mind replayed her last few years again and again. I was blessed to help with her care, and she blessed us far more. Today, walking into the grocery store on this warm afternoon, I remembered another warm fall day, almost 40 years ago. I was going to college in another city but was at my parents’ home for a day. I opened the back door, and she was there, nearby in the house. A gift of grace to simply remember her in this way today. Still nearby.
Post updated on September 24, 2014.