In the last few days, I have been thinking that the way I have changed, and how I choose to intentionally move forward as a changed person is part of Lynn’s legacy… and I feel it’s also my Mom’s legacy. Their life, and getting to be part of their life and them being part of my life, greatly influenced my life, in a positive way. And now, their death also influences my life – in painful ways, BUT also in positive ways, through the lessons I’ve learned, how the grief sometimes made me fearless, how I have a heightened understanding of limited time, etc. And bitter sweetly, I better understand my relationships with Lynn and my Mom, and I wish that I could share these understandings, and move forward and evolve our relationships in the physical form. I feel if I don’t acknowledge and have gratitude for these changes, I don’t honor the life and all the death of Lynn and my Mom. I get a feeling like it minimizes or disrespects their death, and ultimately their life. It’s a beautiful thing, I think, to move forward in life, having been impacted so deeply. I feel like I have a bad ass tool belt to move thru life! And the tools have been handed down from my favorite people.