This Memorial Weekend we returned home to Walla Walla to remember.
To laugh, cry, and surround ourselves in all things that remind us of him: shrimp creole, Beaujolais music, heartfelt toasts, a drive into the mountains, a look through old pictures...
Because 10 years ago my sweet dad said good-bye to us.
We drove up 5,300 feet in elevation into the Blue Mountains to try and reach Yellow Jacket Point...his special look out point that he knew he wanted as his final resting place.
The snow drifts kept us from reaching our final destination this trip up, but I realize now he was probably looking down smiling at us the whole time.
Because to him...it was never really about the final destination, it was all about the journey.
We miss you dad.
We miss your sweet smile and your calming presence.
We miss your teasing nature and your reminders for us to all "be pleasant".
Thank goodness we have so many wonderful memories to hold close to our hearts.
And thank goodness you were ours.
Because you were the best.