The other day I went to Forest Lawn, in West Covina, to pay my respects to my parents (Mom in the upper left, Dad in the lower right), and I had a lot on my mind.
On a clear day one can see Mt. Baldy, & the San Gabriel Mountain Range, in all their magnificent glory.
That day was not one of those days.
Partly cloudy, breezy, warm, & I'd just hauld ass, by foot, up 3 levels of the hillside, to where my Mom & Dad are laid to rest, a row apart.
Change is coming to my life, and I felt it important to stop by.
I should have been sad, and tearful, but I wasn't.
I feel a love for my parents, especially my long suffering Mom, who raised my sisters, & I, alone except for the assistance of some remarkable neighbors.
I feel a sense of pride in who I am, & what I've accomplished in my life, & believe that Mom, & Dad, are looking down upon me in pride as well.
My Father struggled to get to America, from wartorn Europe of the 1940's, Mom traveled by car from KY, as a young adult, with her brothers, & 1/2-sister & her husband, to Ca., and worked the seasonal packing plants circuit, in the late 40's & early 50's, before settling down in one place.
Now, here I am, having moved from Pomona, to The OC, & living here for over a decade...and change is coming yet again...
I think, and believe, my parents would understand, applaud, & encourage me, every step of the way, as I continue my life's journey.
So I was there, on that hillside, at their graves, to pay respects, say thank you, ask for their blessing, and for their spirits to watch over me, and guide me, until that day when I am called by God, and my fate, to at last join them in eternity forever.















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