The Walk

 Today my sister and I will take our spiritual walk. It has been a month of mourning our father and although we were supposed to walk yesterday, the rain precluded that. Since the sun is shining, we will walk and reminisce about a life well spent. In fact, two. We have wonderful memories of two extraordinary people. For my father, for me, this month started with a walk and now will end with a walk. The first walk was to allow him to pass into heaven without me there. The last walk will acknowledge that he is safe with my mother.