September is here

September is here, let’s all give a cheer!

It was another lunch at Russ’ restaurant. My father, remarkably talkative and engaged, enjoyed another tasty burger. Apparently, he eats one almost every day at Waterford. At 89 years, it can’t hurt him.

It’s strange heading into September, thinking back to two years ago when we were facing my mother’s death. Now, our conversations are so different. We don’t really talk about her at all. I am not sure if that is a good thing.

As the date of her passing draws closer, I am faced with the challenge of how to remember her. Last year, we planted a tulip tree in her honor. It is growing well.Maybe I will send a memorial gift in her honor to Elim, the special needs school in Illinois. Or maybe I will work on my book, something she always encouraged me to do.

We ended the day at a surprise birthday party for my sister-in-law. Life goes on as the journey continues.