- The little slip of paper my father folded & refolded in the hospital table drawer-- a slip I would later find with our phone numbers on it...waiting patiently for a visit or a call.
- My mother calling across the nursing home table, "there's my Kari" when I arrived. Always welcoming me home - no matter where home might be.
So now, I fold & refold my memories and call out to my heart's deepest deepest places --- because that is what we do on this weekend. Yes, we may have an extra day off, and yes, we may have time for that first summer fishing trip or flea market....but we also have a bit more time to stop & remember. I will.