Yesterday I spent the majority of my day at my parents house. My sister and her family live next door so it makes things easier to go back and forth. I got up and went for an early morning run and then decided to help my Dad out by cleaning his house (he works a lot). As I was going through the house I just got this overwhelming feeling that my Mom was there with me.
She and my Dad spent 26 years living in this house together, raised their family here and made memories here. She loved this house and anyone who came into it. I have always felt that she was with me but not as much as I did today. This is the first time in 2 years that I have felt complete peace in this house.
It makes me happy that her essence is still very much here and that I can feel her. I hope this feeling never goes away.