When our kids were younger, they would spend a week at my parent’s house in the summer. We would meet my parents halfway between our house and theirs. One weekend, dropping off. The next picking up.
This week took me to that halfway point again. Except for this time, I was meeting my brother. And I wasn’t dropping off or picking up kids. It was my mom. She was spending the week with me. ❤️
We had a great time. Lots of time to talk and reminisce. We laughed and cried as we talked about missing my dad. But most of all, we remembered. And remembering is good.
Piano Girl 
Sounds like a wonderful, mutually nurturing, and healing time, Kelley. 💜
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That is the perfect description, Carrie. 😊
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How wonderful. I’m so glad you have good memories to share with each other.❤️
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Me, too. It was a good week. ❤️
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yes, we did this too; our kids still have fond memories of their grandparents 🙂
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Makes me even more excited for my granddaughter to get here. 💗☺️
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How wonderful!!
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Thanks, Ann! It was a good visit. 💗
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Tears help the healing, whether they be joy or sorrow. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Mary! Yes, they do. ❤️
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Remembering is good. Lovely photos.
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Yes, it is. 💗
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