Rainy days a Monday always bring me down~

Yesterday was our 29th wedding anniversary.  While Kent worked in the yard, 

I headed to Longmont to help Kristin sort mom's clothes and towels to 

donate or throw away.  

Somehow mom had more clothes than I ever knew she had...so we

sorted into piles.

Her tops brought back a wave of memories of her tiny little

body, in the medium sized shirts, that towards the end looked really big on her.

Going through her things made me realize how much stuff we really

collect and how much stuff we really don't need.

We had 7 bags of donate things and one huge bag of clothes to throw away.

We drove the bags to the ARC and away they went.  Memories gone.

The past few weeks have been very strange.  Not going to FC has been an

adjustment.  Not seeing mom has been awful.  Not having lunch with Murray and 

Kristin has been different.  Out times together were always something I looked

forward to.

Now, I fill my days with memories and long to make some kind of

sense out of this process of grieving. 

Kristin and I headed to the lake for a walk.  It was a much needed respite.

The sky was full of moisture and the land was full of dry weeds and grass, but 

the company was nice and the words were easily understood.

Kent knew that this was something I needed to do.

Sometimes in life, celebrations happen with a bang, and sometimes they 

just happen quietly in the comfort of your home without fanfare.

We will celebrate our 29th wedding anniversary later with a little

trip or maybe a meal out, but for now, we just celebrate quietly.