It’s the small things that get us through.

This past week my mother in-law passed away at the age of 90. Over the past few years she has been deteriorating and has been in and out of the hospital many times over the last year and a half. I have known her for thirty of her years. I was sad that she had suffered so much during her last years and as I thought about my memories with her I had no strong memories and that also made me sad. I then started thinking smaller. It is big that she gave birth to her son; my husband of thirty years. She always remembered my birthday with a card and check. She did the same at Christmas. She always remember her grandkids’ birthdays as well. Over the next few days and months other things may be remembered. Perhaps it is the small things that best help us celebrate a life lived and grieve a life lost.