It was early July, 2006. A weekday like any other. I was on the train going home. Standing, but I’d got one of the ‘good’ standing spots, in front of a single seat, not wedged between the armpits holding on for dear life near the door. 687 more words
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Today is my dad’s birthday.
While he’s no longer with us, and hasn’t been for a while, his presence is felt everyday. It’s the little things, remembering something that we did together, or how he was such a kids himself, particularly when it came to Christmas and presents or some story that someone tells. 157 more words
Back in May, I bought a young Birch tree and planted it in my mom’s memory. The tree is just outside of my living room window and, when we can all find time to get together, my brother, sister-in-law and my nephews are going to come over to place the river rocks around the tree that we collected at her celebration of life. 220 more words