This is a great memory for me and for Mikey. Dad took us for a walk up on the hill behind the house. We had a great time and found out that even at 75, he can still out-walk anybody. He loved showing Mikey how to roll the rocks down into the gulley.
I need to go home more often. Nothing lasts forever.
We went to the cemetery today. Keith's dad died 6 years ago this weekend. Mikey was 5. He can't possibly have too many clear memories of Papa. That's a shame.
I need to decide that seeing my parents often is a priority and stick to it. I know what regrets are like. I don't want to have any more of them. I talk with my mom and dad nearly every day--I need to see them more. Maybe this train trip was a prelude to my future trips. Who knows?
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