GONE AND YET NOT GONE

I finished donating mom's things today. The last of what needed to go. And all of a sudden, I felt this oneness come over me. I now have no mom or dad. I have truly been forced to grow up. And rely on myself. And not the kindness of strangers. I noticed that mom's legacy was paperwork and detailed at that, vacation and other special photos, special mementos from vacations, video tapes of vacations. And her fiesty spirit hidden under blankets of quietness. And that's what I love most of her and dad. Dad never gave up without a fight and neither did mom. No whining even when sick, and they didn't say anything like that to me but showed me in their strength of character. I am so blessed to have them both and intend to carry that legacy onward.