Time with my Dad

We went to visit my dad and Chris for the weekend. After a snowy and icy drive there, we had a very relaxing time. I had not seen my dad for awhile so being with him was long overdue. While there, we were able to squeeze in a Canadian fishing show to see one of my dad's friends. Later, we went to my cousin Jody's for a gathering with my mom's side. We did not get together with them for Christmas, so it was good to catch up. My brother and his family were also visiting, although my sister did not make it due to having sick children. It seems we barely got unpacked before we were packing back up to go home. Before we left, we went through a few more boxes from my mom and dad's old house. It sure stirs a lot of emotions in me. We found some pretty cool stuff, one of which was a bottle of holy water my mom got when she went to Poland. Before we leave, we always stop by the cemetary at my mom's grave. Usually Matt and the girls get out with me, but with all the snow and just having gotten the girls all situated in their seats, I got out myself to stand by her grave. I am not sure if the tears will ever stop when I go there. I see her name and it seems my eyes well up with tears without me having any control over it. Still miss her so much....It is always a reminder of just how precious life is. Never take a day for granted.