Springtime is here

In all the pain and glory. He is risen. So has Mom and Dad. My uncle's on both sides, grandparents and all I can be is grateful because I was loved and cherished. My perspective is that the plan is good and that everything will work out even without a plan because the universe really is in perfect order, and is always conspiring to make us increasingly joyful. The constant in this life is that every up must come down and every dark has a light. The Zen of life and truly universal is that we who are born will die. So I tend to feel death is just another day of our spiritual life. But around this time of year I miss them here. My mom left this day we shared March 2008...three years later on April 20th 2011 my dad left this day we danced and I remembered dancing on his feet and him walking me down the aisle. Letting me go as his little girl to become someone's wife. That must have been hard for my mom and dad. I think letting them go be children is the next life was harder for me. The day my mom died I had a waking vision of my mom's dad coming to her, her looking back. She waved good bye and looked toward her dad his hand outstretched to her. As she reached his hand and they walked away she became younger and younger until she was a girl with her daddy. And they were gone. She was gone. It hurts. It still hurts. Right now I am crying and healing as I write this for nobody and anybody who has even lost someone precious to them.
Funny story
Somebody should have done it,
Anybody could have done it.
Everybody said they would do it.
Ended up that
Nobody really did it.