Dad would take us kids to the chapel - Christmas, Mother's Day, Father's Day, their birthdays and their meinichi (date of death). Sometimes, just because.
As time went by, I would stop by to say "hi" to Uncle Stan too. Then it was to say "hi" to Dad. Now, I say "hi" to Auntie Jean, Auntie Haru & Uncle Ruzzy and Mom. Somewhere in the maze that is the Chapel, my friend Jenny is there too.
Yesterday, K, Alani & I went to chapel. Mom's birthday, Dad's birthday, Mother's Day, and especially for Mom's meinichi. Conversations in my head "Mom & Dad, see your beautiful granddaughter"
18 years ago today, I held Mom while she died. I miss her.