Ya know, it always seems to be the small things that get you. I guess life really is made up of beautiful moments that compose a symphony. Things like seeing the tags on my children’s clothes and knowing that my Mom had lovingly gotten that for them. I know just where she shopped and just how much love came with each piece that was shipped across the Pacific Ocean to a little 750 sq ft house that she had visited twice. No wonder she is missed so much.
Jack keeps telling me that he knows that Oma is in heaven, but “do you think she can send me some more cars from there?”
A life well-lived. Those are the kind that keep living…I am so proud.