A year ago today my mom took flight from this plain. I like to imagine her with my dad again. The two of them are likely trying to get jet skis banned from heaven’s fragile water ways. … 💕
My day was good. I anticipated lots of sadness, depression and tears. Instead, I slept in, had a long chat with my eldest, stirred laundry, and puttered in the garden for hours and hours. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do, and enjoyed everything I did do, from shoveling gravel, to rearranging the backyard raised bed drip system, to weeding. I think mom would be pleased I navigated this day positively. Dad too.