For a childhood that was not the worst, but could have been the best. For my Mom who “did the best she could with what she had to work with” but could have done better….for my Dad who died too soon….not a perfect Dad, but great nonetheless. The loss of a family legacy, so many things and people not available to hold onto, to cherish, to learn from. Too many years pretending that it was okay, could have been worse, but wishing it was better. Grief, although sad and profound, shaping me and gently nudging me to a better place.