I missed last week's post because Mom, Dad, Dolly, and I were up in Calistoga, relaxing in the geothermal mineral pools. With any luck, Sonoma County will be my parents' new home very soon. It feels good to bring the family together. If only I had been motivated to move everyone out to California when Mike was still alive. I couldn't even convince him to visit me. He'd only been on an airplane twice in his life. If Mike hadn't died, my parents might have moved to Virginia Beach to be near him. Now they have the house up for sale, and are moving west to be with us.
I thought about Mike a lot while they were here, more than usual. I like thinking about him, but it is hard to think about his death. On their last day in town we were in Golden Gate Park: "There's the de Young . . . there's the Academy of Sciences . . . and there's the park bench where I was sitting when you called to tell me Mike was dead."
Sometimes I still can't believe he's gone.
We visited Mission Dolores one day, and lit a candle for Mike in the Basilica. With all our love, our memories will live on, and we'll never forget.