I was in Minnesota over the weekend, to celebrate with my dad as he married his new love. It was a strange whirlwind of a weekend, full of large family gatherings and a jumble of conflicting emotions. The loss of my mother, who passed away not quite two years ago, felt as fresh as the day of her funeral as I watched my dad’s new bride go down the aisle. At the same time, I was glad for him. Glad that God brought a new woman into his life, someone to share in whatever adventures and challenges lay ahead.
To be honest, I’m still trying to make sense of this new reality, and if I tried to sort it all out in an essay for this newsletter, I’d be here all day. So, instead, I want to share with you a tiny glimpse into my childhood, made possible by my mother’s tendency to save everything.
Like books…
And drawings…
And lots and lots of photos…
This is just a tiny glimpse, not only into my childhood, but into the boxes and boxes of photos and memorabilia that my mother (and father, to be fair) had saved over the years. I wish I could have stayed in Minnesota longer, to immerse myself in my family’s past for a while. To reminisce with my brothers and sisters as we rediscovered pictures of our family pets, long-dead relatives, and trips to castles from our years in Germany. But I had to come home too soon. Instead, I sit here in my office, still a jumble of conflicting emotions, trying to figure out a way to close this newsletter, which seems to be taking me all day after all.
So I guess I’ll just leave it at that. Besides, there’s a cinnamon roll from IKEA calling my name.
In other news…
I have some exciting publishing news to share, but I think it deserves its own space, so I’ll be sending out a bonus newsletter later this week with a special announcement!
Wow. That’s a lot to process. Blessings on you & your family. It looks like you have a great group of people around you. ❤️