MOTHER'S DAY IN THE MOUNTAINS

After a wonderful home cooked Mother's Day brunch the family took a drive up to the mountains.  We ended up at the spot where we scattered Steve's father's ashes many years ago.  Before he passed away, Ron, who loved the mountains but had been unable to visit them due to his deteriorating health, asked to have his ashes scattered up among the trees.  After he was cremated we drove aimlessly looking for the perfect spot to scatter his ashes.  We drove for what felt like hours with heavy hearts until Steve spotted two large birds circling the top of a hill.  He pointed the truck in their direction and we ended up here.  The two eagles circled the peak of the hill as if beckoning us.  Steve and Gabe hiked up with the ashes and after saying a few words spoken from the heart, they scattered the ashes into the four winds.  When they returned from the hill, the eagles disappeared into the heights of the sky.  This place has remained special to us for we know that Ron is now a part of it.

And I was riding on the clouds of joy all day.  I couldn't help it, every time my mind would clear I would remember little Zachary.  Oh how I wish I could see him and hold him.  Patience is not a virtue I possess but I guess I must wait.  In the mean time I enjoyed all of the hugs and kisses I received from my children at my side.  Yes, this was definitely the best Mother's Day ever!

Thank you so much to all who have shared in my ordeal with 'Grannyhood'.  I am sooooo happy and its been a blast being able to share my feelings with you.  I only hope I get the opportunity to spoil little Zachary, and teach his some of his daddy's rotten habits.