My parents are much better morning people than me. 

This last weekend was quite difficult, saying goodbye to the lovely Laurie Vock, an amazing neighbor and woman who was like a second mother, who gave so much to Windom and those around here. It was a dark day, but knowing that she didn’t suffer from the cancer long was a comfort. 

The end of a day, or era, or life, seems to slip away so quickly and easily, while welcoming (though welcoming never seems to be the right word) a new day, era, or path, can be like pulling teeth. But with that change, just like each new breath, is unavoidable, and the change that is like oxygen, will bring new life if we only let it. 

Mourning. Neighbors, always just across the driveway.

Morning mom.

Morning dad.

Morning.