sunny january sunday

Today, and the last few days, have been sunny.  Not the usual January weather for us.  Lots of activity in the fields and farms around us.  I still can't believe you're not one of those hard working men (or women) on a tractor anymore.

And today I couldn't help but think it was the kind of day you would have come over for a tractor ride.

Missing you...

Love you more,
Mom

mt baker

zach's photo of mt baker

 The other day when I left work, the sky was clear of the fog we've been having and I could see Mt Baker.  For some reason it made me think of you that day.... and I realized that all of the places you had lived, all three, you had a view of Mt Baker.

Our house in Ferndale where you lived the first 15 years of your life had a view of Mt Baker...

today, where mt baker would be

 And our house in Custer... you and I walked back through the wheat field to get this picture on a beautiful May day, the first May we lived here.

Even your room upstairs had the only view in the house, just the top of Mt Baker peaked above the tree.

And lastly, your little house in Lynden.  It too had a view of Mt Baker, right out of your living room windows.

 Today I waited to see if the fog would burn off enough to get a picture of Mt Baker with my new camera... but no such luck.

Another lesson learned, to not take anything in life for granted.  Another Sunday passing by without you.

Love you more,
Mom

january 11th

Happy birthday Zach.  Wish you were here to celebrate your 24th with us as usual... no pizza dinner at Boston's  for the first time in 8 years.

Missing you always...
Love you more,
Mom

everyday

Zach,

I think of you everyday... as sure as every wave meets the shore.

I know I'm not the only one.  You touched many lives in your short 23 years.

When you died I worried that everyone would forget you but now I know that the important people will remember you forever.  Your family, your friends, your other family at the farm.

I hope you realize how much you are missed and how much you are missing... everyday.

Love you more,
Love Mom