My daughter instant messaged me last week when she was visiting the Country Music Hall of Fame in Nashville. She said,
This is one of my favorite places of all because of all the old school old-fashioned things. And it reminds me of dad of course.
That is all I needed to take a trip down memory lane.
My husband passed away in 2006 when our daughter was a junior in high school. Enough time has now passed that we can remember the good times with fondness, and don’t automatically get teary eyed and overwhelmed with sadness at thoughts of him. I still have my moments, of course, but the grieving process has been successful.