Thinking...again...

Yesterday was the 5th anniversary of my Oma's death, and today is the 5th anniversary of a new close friend's mother's death, as well as his brother's birthday. Funny how dates work out, eh? These anniversaries are rough for all of us, but they change with time. I almost want to go home this weekend. I'm hoping to have a chance to drive out to visit my Grandpa's grave. It'll be the first time I've gone alone. Ever. I miss him, and I miss my Oma, and Mr. Rodgers, and my baby boy. But I know they're still with me, even though I can't see them or feel them, and I know I'll see them again some day. And in the face of eternity, life is but the shadow of a memory of a dream.