My mother was born 98 years ago today.
It’s still feels strange to me when I write things like that. My mother was born 98 years ago. My father would be 104 this year. Those numbers seem more like history than family.
I find myself thinking about my family a lot. The fact that they are all gone still doesn’t feel quite real to me. At least the immediate rawness is gone.
I don’t think it’s healthy to dwell too much on the past. Leah and I need something new. Maybe a move to Colorado. That’s where my best friends are, and where my younger nephew lives.
Colorado is also where I have wanted to live for many years. Unfortunately, it looks like I waited too long. Real estate in the city is prohibitive, and we’re too old to live too far from doctors, and hospitals, and pharmacies, and grocery stores and all the other things you start thinking about when you reach a certain age.
But there’s always the lottery.
A dear friend of ours moved to Colorado last year to be near her family. It’s such a beautiful place. I lived in Boulder for four years and loved it. The only thing I ever missed there was the ocean, but the mountains made up for that with their stunning beauty. I hope you and Leah can find a way to make a move there. It’s lovely in every way (although crazy cold and snowy in winter!).
We do so miss the ones we have loved, everyday everyday.
Robin — After graduate school I was very interested in a job with NOAA in Boulder. Unfortunately, the man I would have been working for was unable to find funding for the position. It was not a good time for anything but defense spending.