It was challenging yet important to visit places my folks lived and worked and worshipped and raised their family.
The people who now live in the house I grew up in weren’t home. We gave the neighbor our information and explanation of what we were doing. My dad’s office had been torn down so we stood on the corner where it used to be before singing and talking about it at a picnic table. The church was locked so we did our thing in the parking lot.
Still it was significant to stand again at those places and to celebrate and remember my parents’ lives while recalling many memories created there.
Here's a link to the accompanying Blog Post.