Still in my hometown trying to get my Dad's affairs in order.
So much paperwork and more to do. Wish it were easier.
This is taken from a truck of a lady who helped with meet my adoptive mother. My Mom and Dad raised me and loved me but for a few minutes in my teens I wanted to know where I came from. In truth you come from who cares for you not who gave birth to you. Meeting her made me love my parents more.
I miss them both right now. They gave me everything and now I have to organize it and take care of it since they are no longer here. It's such a surreal trip I'm on. I don't know up from down but I am trying to get through the maze. I wish I was sleeping though. The lack of sleep these last few days have made me more cranky and fussy.
I am going back to my home today. Hopefully my own bed will help. If not I may have to go back to yoga on Tuesday. I am not falling back into bad habits that made me eat my problems away instead of looking at them or just feeling sad, happy, grief and pain. It's ok to feel them. It's ok to be them.
I am going to write more. I am going to have a diary that I can look back on and see the effort and the change. I want them to be proud of me. I am proud of them.
They raised me well. Now I need to go forward and show the world what two great parents have created. A really amazing child with their best traits and their ability to see the world and try to do small changes that make a difference even when you can't see it -- it's there growing into something so much bigger.

If you think of one thing your parents did that is remarkable... do you see that trait or ability in yourself? How can you do something similar on a personal scale. It's not saving the world... that's too big. It's activism. Changing the space you reside in one little piece as you go.