Within a seventeen month span I lost my parents. My father passed away June 2020 with me and my mother by his bedside and almost a year and a half later, my mother followed. Add the passing of my younger sister a decade ago, I am the last of our household. There are so many memories of them around me. For my sister, it's her two girls she left behind. My dad's tools are scattered between the garage and back barn but more organized than they were before his stroke five years ago. But while the tangible things keep me occupied, it's the intangible things that bring a smile to my face. My mom took me to see "Star Wars" when I was four. Later that year for Christmas she got me a Millennium Falcon and a few figures. She would always talk about that ship and how much it cost back in 1979. I never told her how much they run today. She would have killed me if she ever found out because I bought three of them just within the past two years! 🤣 When my mother died in November 2021, I was beyond shaken because her passing left me alone. I have other family members but for the past year and a half it was us. Now it's just me. It's unnerving but I have to believe she's with Dad and my baby sister, something I think she was mentally preparing for. I also have to believe that her leaving left me alone, but they will always be with me until we can be together again.