This past Sunday, November 11, besides being my father's birthday, was also the 21st anniversary of my mother's death. I didn't get a chance to think much about it on Sunday. But tomorrow Kam and I are going out to Foothills Park (where her ashes were scattered), weather permitting. It'll be the first time I've been there in years, and the first time I've been there explicitly in memoriam since scattering the ashes. Expecting it'll probably be good, but may be difficult too.