harvest

It's hard to believe that exactly one year ago today, on the Sunday before harvest started, you came over for Sunday dinner.  You brought three bowls of raspberries, the first picks of the season you said.

You sat in the kitchen as I made dinner and told me how you were looking forward to harvest starting the following day.  You and your boss were talking and you said that the night before harvest was like what Christmas Eve feels like as a little kid, you were that excited.

I have to believe that at least you had found a place and a job that you truly loved.  Many of us never find that.

The fields around us are starting to be harvested.  I'm sure your old co-workers are missing you just like us.  The weeks of harvest will be long this year as I think of you each time I drive by field after field of raspberries.

Love you more,
Mom

saturday night

Last night was a family wedding.  As usual, you were missed... especially since it was a wedding for young people your age.

You would have enjoyed the night...music (although not much country), beer and a bunch of rednecks plus family and friends.

Love you more,
Mom

a month of sundays

It's been over a month of Sundays yet I still find Sunday to be the most difficult day of the week.

Missing you on this Father's Day weekend.

Love you more,
Mome

night shift

This past Friday night the tractors/sprayers were heading by the house at about 10:30 or so to the fields off Stein Road.  Of course it reminded me of you and all of your stories during these weeks and months leading up to harvest with lots of hours of spraying the berry fields through the night.

Missing you.

Love you more,
Mom

bittersweet

Last Tuesday was a bittersweet day.  You had been gone for 9 months... and you would have become an uncle.  It's hard to realize you're missing out on so much.

Love you more,
Mom

memorial day 2014

I don't need a holiday to remember you by as you are in my thoughts each and every day.

Love you more,
Mom

slowing down

There have been many moments in the last 8 1/2 months that I wished for so many things... one was to have just slowed those 23 1/2 years down a little.

When you and your sister were young and I didn't work we could spend a hot afternoon at Birch Bay or a rainy day inside at home doing nothing in particular.  Then school days came and work for me... life became one long roller coaster with little stopping to just enjoy a day or watch the clouds roll by.

If I'd have known our time was to be cut so short I'd have done things differently.

I was never the kind of person that could just relax and enjoy the ride but I'm trying now.  We get one shot and I don't want to regret the way I spend the time when I look back on my life.

Missing you.

Love you more,
Mom