Tori Missing

It felt like the longs weeks had blended into one, and there was that feeling in the air of hope mingled with fear. There was the possibility of her returning home, or so I thought. Then the unimaginable happened. Murder printed in dark ink, embedding its painful mark behind and sending shocks of terror into once-hopeful citizens.

First, it is a feeling of terror that takes over someone when they first hear the news. Then rage, for the loss of life, and for the agony of her family.

Lowville Park

I waited desperately for spring and now its here. The heavy fragrance of lilac evokes memories of my father once more and his love of their perfume. It was his birthday on May 14 and in some ways I felt him around me, around my children and around the things that mattered to him.

Today we visited Lowville Park. The same place where my father brought us when we were children and what sweet memories they were. I remember a time before his passing when I was not well and we visited this place together..this place of healing.

It was amazing to be here today with my husband and my children, visiting streams and well-travelled paths. I'd forgotten how much space there was to wander, to become easily lost in one's thoughts. My daughter looked for fish in the cool stream and my son moved through the grass looking for sticks to throw into the water.

The big hill, the streams, the sunlit paths, and the barn nearby with grazing horses had not changed at all. It was as if I were revisiting pictures of my childhood except I was looking at precious childhood moments being lived through by my children.