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A voice from the past, a reflection that makes us sad—and proud
Sometimes memories from 20 years ago make us sad. Sometimes they do something more. That’s what happened for us this week.
Our best version of a good week. (Some moments didn’t make Facebook.)
The pictures were not a lie. They just didn’t include some recurring moments we chose not to post on Facebook.
Everything’s the same. Everything’s different. And that’s OK
Another reunion with friends we’ve known for decades prompts so many memories, along with reflection on all that’s changed.
Another first: a family vacation for me while Evelyn stayed home
I never would have imagined the unparalleled rugged splendor comprising this corner of the Canadian Rockies. And I never would have planned to see it without Evelyn.
The unexpected reason I’m glad to be writing these blog posts
For the sake of memory, I want to share here a couple of the unbidden tributes to Evelyn that have come from readers of this blog.
There’s no future in two little words I’m trying to put behind me
“There’s no future in going down the ‘if-only’ rabbit hole,” she told me. And now, years later, I’m coming to understand what good advice that was.