This cross was my mom’s, and after she died, Dad wore it every single day for twenty-five years. When he was moved to palliative care, and it wasn’t on him, I was terrified it had been lost.

Not because it was valuable, but because it felt like a piece of both of them. Yesterday I found it in the bag of clothes we’d brought to the hospital when we still hoped he’d recover. The relief that washed over me was overwhelming.

The first good thing is that it’s safe.

The second is that it still feels like a link to both my parents.

The third is the reminder that love leaves traces we can hold onto, even when the people are gone.

Bonus good thing: taking this photo helped me slow down and breathe for a moment — something I really needed.

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I'm heartbroken as my dad passed away late last night. But, after some thought, I can still find #3goodthings

1. Dad is at peace now and for that I am grateful.

2. I got to spend these last years with him under my roof, creating memories I’ll hold onto forever.

3. Love doesn’t end here—the love he gave continues to shape me, even in the hardest moments.

Bonus: I’m holding close the memory of our last real vacation together at what used to be my grandparent's cabin on Lake Superior — and this photo reminds me that even in grief, there is still beauty to look toward.

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