15 years
15 years ago we pulled in to California, pulling a small trailer behind our previous car.
16 years ago I had no idea that we would be moving to California a year later, only that we were clearing out Garry's desk, then eating out.
16 years ago both of our Dads were still alive, still available to advise us. In September, it will be 16 years since my Dad died and two since Garry's Dad died. "Died" is such a harsh word, as is "widow" but those words pertain to our parents.
Years are made up of months, months of weeks, weeks of days, days of hours, hours of minutes, minutes of breaths.
God alone knows how many of each which each of us is allotted.
"So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12; ESV)

Obituaries
Obituaries make me cringe
Giving ages and accomplishments;
What have I done worthy of note?
Will I live long enough for inches of type?
But once I die, it won't matter to me.
But for now,
Obituaries make me cringe.

Emotions
So many changes so many challenges
Emotions are roiled and riled
So many challenges so many changes

Old Snapshots
Old snapshots challenge my memory
Of people and of places,
Of difficulties and of graces
And sighing I say
Was that not just the day before the day,
Having put away this memory and the other
Can so many years have passed already?
I am older than was my mother
In so many of these.
My sister and I had hair down to the waist--
Could that time have been displaced
With styles and sizes and statuses changing
Old snapshots challenge, arranging
Years and laughs and tears
So much has changed and so little and fears
Once great have changed as well
God's grace each one dispell