After Death

My Dad passed away on Friday, Oct.26th 2007. My Mom passed away on Jan. 1st 1986. At the time of her passing I wrote a little comment about how I was feeling at that time. I feel that way again. It goes like this:
Grief is like a huge boulder you carry with you. You chip away at it one day at a time until it's a small rock you carry with you in your pocket.
I miss them both.

True joy comes from recognizing the power within each one of us to make this life a happy one despite our trials. This little monkey is many of my happy moments.