My stepfather died June 2nd. At month’s end the family flew to the PNW to be with my mom and help with the memorial service.
Seeing my extended family and Patrick’s sister and brother in law (and the cousins!) reminded me again of the importance of family.
Smelling the pine-scented air and seeing the mountains and water reminded me of my origins, made me miss home with an ache I can’t describe.
And saying goodbye to a good man never seemed enough. How do you say goodbye to love?
Here are some pictures of our time there.
My mom and kids on a rainy day hike.
Four generations: my grandparents, my mom, me, and my kids.
Mark was an architect, and this was his company. These were on the tables at the memorial service.
The memorial service.
All dressed up.
My aunt Julie signing the guest book (Julia manning the sign in table.)