Sadly, the father of a co-worker died last night. He had been ill for quite some time, and he had been in Hospice care. He had been in a care home, as my co-worker needed to work, but needed him tended to. Some few weeks ago, she moved him back home. He perked up for a while when he first moved home, but most recently went into a coma, and peacefully, as she described it, died. For that, I am thankful.
That, and the sharing at work today of how my ancestors Anglicized their names, has awoken in me some very wonderful memories about my parents and grandparents. I have been sitting here, listening to some very good music, and telling myself stories about my family. Memories that I cherish and exemplify the best of my family.
I do not go down memory lane very frequently. But when I do, I try to find the pearls and gems that I most appreciate. And those have come to me tonight.
I am so thankful that I have a warm, full, rich store of memories of my family.
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