Remembering

This is the Memorial Day weekend and it comes at a time in my life when I have spent a great deal of my time remembering. My mother came home last week and things are different in their house. There are people in and out and schedules to keep. Each time I go there, I remember the life that used to be in their home. It was always a quiet, happy house. It was and still is filled with love. Worry has entered the doors but so has help. It is a new life and we are making the best of it. As long as I see my mother's smiling face and hear her say my name, I am content. Remembering the past is good as it makes it all the more reason for having such love in my heart.