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House of Memories

I woke up to such a beautiful day, the sun was already brightly shining through the bamboo shades. It was a glorious day for a walk and run with Goldyn. He was just as eager as I was as we started out. The views were clear and invigorating, and I felt like I could run forever. . .

The warm sunshine was a long-awaited welcome for summer days ahead. I savored everything I did in the sun, watering my flowers, planting the freshly sprouted cucumbers, and pulling out the cushion for my favorite lounge chair so I could completely stretch out. The best part came toward the end of the day, when a gentle breeze swooped in and slowly dimmed the sun. I love the twilight air, I sat down with Goldyn by my side and then let all the memories pass before my very eyes . . .

A couple of days before, the 27th of the month was my Mom's birthday. It has been eight years since she has passed, and it seems so long, but then not really. I still see her wonderful grin and the brightness of her eyes. She enjoyed my backyard and sitting outside on beautiful evenings like these. Somehow it was fitting that on her birthday, the moon was round and full, because she loved to gaze at moons. It was as if she got a birthday gift from God on her very special day. Of course, Dad was there sitting by her side, and even our former dogs, Brawny, Quasi, and Bandit, all frolicked in the scene before me. . .

I tried to brave the pool, but could only get a toe and foot in as the water was still a bit too cool. I settled in the warmth of the jacuzzi bubbles and once again relived my memories. For sixteen years, this house and yard has been the structure for our times of living, for family dinners and events, for times of sharing love, shedding tears, voicing hot discussions and debates, for practicing our listening skills, and offering forgiveness, and always holding one another up. I'm blessed to be a part of such a special place and to have had so many memories that still are as fresh as if they just occurred. It's just like being able to savor the sunshine of this day . . .

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