More Songs and Stories From Home

It is special to go back to places that hold precious memories. To return with the people who were there when those memories were made and make some more.

So much of life appears to come down to choice and chance and circumstance.

For our last stop we returned to the river. To a place our family visited regularly when we first moved to Spokane. There is a suspension bridge there that crosses the river.

Pat and I left the river and went to the cemetery. It was beginning to rain.

My dad died on May 28, 1997. My mother turned 75 the next day. For more than twenty years on the 28th we celebrated my dad's whole life and his dying day.

There was a natural progression of places Pat and I visited as we honored my parents' lives. We started with places that represented the lives they had lived.

There is a saying out there that "we are as sick as our secrets." As someone who grew up in a family with a secret - in this case that my dad had been in a mental institution when I was born - I ac

It was challenging yet important to visit places my folks lived and worked and worshipped and raised their family. &nb

On May 28, 2022 it was 25 years since my dad died. The next day would have been my mother's 100th birthday.

It was something special to return to my high school.