Today it is twenty-nine years since my father’s death and three days from today it will be one year since Mom’s death. Dad died on Easter and this coming Friday is Good Friday. March 31st and April 3rd are only three days apart and in the years to come they will probably become more significant dates for me than their birth dates. I’m calling this week – The Week That Was and it will always be a reflective time of rebirth and renewal for me.
Watching the cardinals perch on Mom’s fence is a favorite memory
Plans are now shaping up for a trip to Kansas in a couple of weeks. The main event will be for Guy and I to spend the weekend in Wellington to take Mom’s “cremains” to the Prairie Lawn Cemetery. This is the final resting place for Dad and Grandma and Grandpa. Mom will soon reunite with her family. This will be the first time Guy and I have been in Wellington in over fifty years. We have never gone to the family grave sites. We both have fond memories of our childhood summer trips to Kansas to visit our Grandparents and cousins. I’m hoping some of what we see in Wellington will have a familiar feel for us.
The rest of the trip will be in Kansas City/Overland Park. I’m looking forward to revisiting many familiar places and reuniting with friends and family.