It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. We said goodbye to my mother, hoping for her suffering to end soon. We spent some time with my father at his grave and felt a strange connection between him and Astrid. She just loved being there (We went to the grave 3 times) and checking out the lovely hearts, windmills, ladybugs that decorate his beautiful grave. We connected with family, saw strong connections there. We tried to help family through despair upon hearing that one of our closest family members is battling inoperable cancer. We laughed with friends. Made new friends. Spoke a lot of German with each other. Tried to make each other comfortable and happy. While being parent and daughter at the same time. We fed goats. Walked through my old world. Experienced the first summer rain of her life. Missed mom, wife, best friend etc. desperately (While she worked herself to death at home)
Basically, we helped each other through these very strange and intense times. While my heart is still heavy, my mind cleared up. Traveling does that to you. And it made me ready for new challenges. Change is imminent. Stay tuned.
