Princess Park. Missing mom.

I love walking in Princess Park.

I have so many memories of walking and talking with mom about EVERYTHING, the dog running off -leash, the light streaming through the trees, chantarelle treasures, mom’s favorite bench.  She often came here by herself, to think, to process anxiety.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.  All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.  Helen Keller

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