Monday, January 19th was the one year anniversary of Mom’s death. We made a trip to Fort Snelling to visit the gravesite. Ethan was fast asleep in the car so we left him there while Nathan, Audrey and I walked through the snow. It was so cold! I wish we could have stayed longer, but I’ll save that for another time when the weather is nicer.
It’s hard to believe it has been a year already. The days keep going by like they always do. That’s the way it should be, but it seems strange. When I snuggled with Ethan before bed, I told him all about all the things the Grandma Henning did that showed that she loved him. He loves to hear stories about himself so it was neat. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the day, but it was nice to have a few people acknowledge the date as significant.
