Sunday morning....

What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be.
- Helen Claes

It's a blue sunny morning...I'm sitting in my outdoor rocker (sounds old already) overlooking my part of the world...The depth in the mountains to the south...the bookcliffs to the west, Silt to the east and the hogback to my north...there is a cool chill in the air...but my coffee is hot.

As I reflect...

Hanna and my relationship has grown and connected in a new way that I can't even explain. We trust each other and find comfort in and with each other. We have moments of giggles, moments of memories, moments of silence...

The Emily Johnson 3v3 Tournament was a success! To me the absolute most important part is the togetherness...We united people and crossed lines of comfort and found the passion of soccer exciting and fun...(sounds so emily)...and together as a community...we paid it forward..we made money to fund two scholarships and to donate to charities globally...this year will be Darfur...Emily was passionate about the civil conflict in Sudan and was to make this her senior project. As I think about the very special group of people that worked on this project...I can't help but think again "how Emily" I feel like I strengthened bonds of friendship that were part of a bigger picture...I knew everyone, some on a personal level already, but some because of Emily...and over time, we worked together, talked with each other, made decisions together, begun the healing together. I learned about our strengths and connected with people at a whole new level...you guys helped me get through the last 6 moons and I am forever grateful for your presence in my life...xo I am graced with a wonderful, loving family. You guys just come and figure out what needs to be done and do it...and you played soccer...hehehe...I love you guys.

So here is some randomness in my thoughts...I can't help but think about how so many of our friends are going off to college soon...and how parents are reflective, scared, sad, happy too...we did our jobs well when our children leave and make a life for themselves...the circle continues...

So now, it's summer in the Rockies and I'm hoping for time to remember. I still feel like I'm in survival mode...and the sadness is so close...I miss Emily. I'm beginning to have some of "my own" memories, in bits and pieces...

I know that time is our greatest healer...but for me (as an old friend concurred) time doesn't make it better...it makes it different...

And I do know that Emily soared confidently in this world...