Sunday

We went to the cemetary, and visited my parents. This was the first time the feelings were not overwhelming. Usually, I would be sad for days.

I can think back about my parents, and I have their memories as well. My father used to tell stories about what he was like when he was young; my mother told me many of her memories, and I have access to dozens of photographs, some when they were young, when they dated and their friends. I appreciated knowing them, and appreciate what they left me.