Bittersweet ....

Some days I cry and yesterday was one of those days ...

I was sad and lonely in a way that only grief can know  ...

I cried long & hard because I wanted so bad to be able to just pick up the phone and call my Mom and share my new adventure with her ...

To let her know how happy I am.  How well I am.  How much I miss her.

And while I know in my heart that she is always here with me - I just wish upon wish I could call her ... 

To speak with her - even if just for a minute, to say hello and let her know that life is good.

With thoughts of Mom swirling down all about me I decided to go out 'Flower-Watching'


She loved flowers ...

It was my father that gave me my love of DIRT

and my mother gave me a love of FLOWERS

I am thankful for the perfect gift they passed along to me ...

Walking around my new neighborhood, enjoying the sights, I could easily see why my Mom loved San Diego. The plants and flowers are so beautiful.

I think I may be living in paradise ...

Life is good.

 'May you never forget what is worth remembering, nor ever remember what is best forgotten'

- Irish Blessing -