Yesterday, my brothers, Steve and Dirk, and I went to Twin
Falls, Idaho. It was a quick trip. We
had to do some estate legal work, and after that, we went to the cemetery. Our parents died in September, and we have not
seen the headstone.
It was kinda surreal.
Because we live in Boise and our parents lived in Twin Falls, it seems
that they are still here. Seeing the
headstone makes it real.
It seems like yesterday that my wife told me that my Mom was
sick. It was about early May. Our step father was ill, and we knew that he
would not get better, but this sudden news that both of our parents were going
to die was heart wrenching.
Last summer was odd. I was recovering after my stroke (still
am…), and my brothers and I went to Twin Falls every week…sometimes two times a
week. There were so many fires last
year, and the scenery seemed like a burnt orange Moonscape.
Watching a parent’s demise was awful. It seems like reality
was in slow motion. Mom was so healthy until ovarian cancer took her.
Our
step dad – a wonderful man – seemed to want to give up because of Mom’s
condition. They were so vibrant, and then, they were gone.
Seems like yesterday, but it also seems so long ago.
Weird.
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