It’s become an annual journal entry. Just like noticing the crabapple trees in their blooms each Spring or the smoke bushes in their exquisite fall colors. Remembering this day has had its own journal page each year for the last seven years. My husband is so good to remember each year, and every year he purchases a bouquet and sets it out for remembering that Mom went home on this day. It’s been a good day today of remembering (and missing) her words, her perspective, and her faith in and love for Jesus.