\n[+] Seeing parts of my family again that I haven’t seen in more than 15 years.
\n[+] Seeing some old neighbors again, especially since I’m essentially an adopted daughter. \ud83d\ude42
\n[+] Meals with 12-20 family members.
\n[+] Banana coconut frappucinos every day.
\n[+] $tarbucks<\/a> and breakfast in bed on Sunday. (Thanks Mommy!)
\n[+] Playing in the surf in Lincoln City.
\n[+] Bush Park in Salem (where my former neighbors retired to and where they are uber-involved in things).
\n[+] The C terminal at Sea-Tac.
\n[+] Playing in Ritner Creek with two very adorable little boys.
\n[+] “Desire of the Everlasting Hills” by Thomas Cahill. (Re-reading it for the first time in 6 years.)
\n[+] Family picture slideshows.
\n[+] Climbing over gates and through blackberry bushes to get to the house where my grandfather grew up.
\n[+] My brother’s reading of High Flight<\/a>.
\n[+] Making it through “Let All Things Now Living” at the memorial service without crying.
\n[+] Blackberry green tea frappucinos from $tarbucks<\/a>.<\/p>\n
The Bad<\/strong> The Emotional<\/strong> OK… just got back from Oregon. In true ::Meditatio:: style, here’s my rundown of it all. The Good [+] Seeing parts of my family again that I haven’t seen in more than 15 years. [+] Seeing some old neighbors again, … Continue reading
\n[+] Being allergic to the entire state of Oregon.
\n[+] Wicked PMS.
\n[+] Grass pollen.
\n[+] Stupid meth makers who have forced states to require the signing over of one’s life to get a flipping box of Claritin.
\n[+] Prickliness of blackberry bushes.<\/p>\n
\n[+] Saturday morning.
\n[+] Speaking about my grandfather and the letter I was putting in the tacklebox.\u00c2? (My grandfather’s ashes were buried in his tackle box. Believe me, it was very fitting.)
\n[+] Listening to various family members speak on Saturday morning, especially my cousin’s kids.
\n[+] Sitting with crying family members.
\n[+] Watching planes take off and land at Sea-Tac this morning. (My grandfather was a pilot for the U.S. Navy and then for United Airlines<\/a> for 30+ years.)
\n[+] The poem my cousin Sari wrote for the funeral service. (She couldn’t read it so it was placed in the tackle box.)
\n[+] Everyone taking a shovel full of dirt and placing it on the box.
\n[+] Saying good-bye to everyone yesterday.<\/p>\n![\"'Ich](\"http:\/\/www.grace-filled.net\/ichliebedich.JPG\" "\\"'Ich")
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