For instance, my grams is a large part of me and a lot of the things I do and am constantly reminded of that as I return to the activities we shared when she was alive. My grandpa? Ah, my gramps is probably the main seed of the Ricklefs stubbornness and pride that I love to hate but mostly love.
I get an odd sense of comfort when I see something that reminds me of my family. Here's my list of reminders that I hope I never lose!!
- wind chimes, she had them in pretty much every doorway in her house. I would make a point of hitting at least once a day
- stargazer lilies..of the hot pink variety
- slight hoarding in my cupboards/closets
- craft supplies, cooking, & giving people their daily hug
- the wind...
- antique tractors...