On Finding Things From My Mother

We spent the weekend in Seattle.

And part of the weekend was the ongoing process of going through things.

One thing I found was a "birthday book" that my mother kept.  She listed Murphy's birthday and the day Murphy died.  And Sage.

I saw that she listed people we both loved and the days they were born and sometimes, as they grew older, the day they died.

So I looked.  And she had her own birthday.  And with a very heavy heart, I put in the day she died.  Then I turned to my father's birthday and wrote in the day he died.

And then I put the book on my desk.  It will day there.

I miss those I have lost.

Murphy's Day.