It came to me suddenly, naming a tree. Why not? I name my van, so why not a tree? The word Mimi was one my father used to address my mother. Apparently, my cousin, in his younger days, could not pronounce Marianne so Mimi was an easier alternative. The name stuck.
As I looked at the tree today, I thought about this blog and how grateful I am for the memories. It’s easy to forget events of my time in Michigan. How easy to forget the gift of being able to help my father during his darkest hours, my sister-in-law during her grief of losing her father, and also my cousins when they lost my aunt. I will always be grateful.
A Journey Worth Remembering 