I have been thinking of my parents so much, lately. My mom died five years ago, and my dad died four years later, April of last year. They had been divorced for 35 years, remarried to other spouses. Yet as my father lay dying with cancer, he asked me "When did your mother die?" I said "April of 2010". He said, " No, I mean exactly what day?" I said, "The twelfth."   Well, he almost made it till then-- he died April 11, 2014. I believe he was holding on till then, making one last 'connection' to mom, even in death. They had been married 18 years, and though their marriage didn't survive, there is still some sort of emotional bond. There was always a deep inner sadness in me because their marriage ended. I remembeyr the last vacation we had as a family. I was five years old. Mom, dad, and I walked along Pismo beach picking up seashells and laughing together as the cold March wind blew ripples on the ocean. I have a treasured picture of Daddy and I from that day. I have heard it said that every word we speak, every noise we make, the sound waves reverbeat out into the universe, traveling on and on into infinity. I don't know if that's true, but I like to think that somewhere, out there at the edges of the universe the sounds of our happy voices from that day in 1972 can still be heard. I know that I will see them again in that new world God has promised.(Revelation 21:1-4) But in the meantime, I grieve for them terribly, especially my beautiful, kind mother who was my everything. Some people think I should be over it by now, but I have realized that you never 'get over it,' you just handle it differently with time.