Up North

This past week I was in Minnesota with some of Katie's old friends, and their families. Delia, Ali, Drea, Sam, Dayna, Sam, Alex, baby Ayla, Cathy, and my family. We spent the time getting really close with them, as some people mentioned, it almost feels like family.

I saw the Mississippi River for the first time, well that I remember ;) We visited St. Cloud State University, saw where Katie went. It almost felt like she was with us, by our sides. It was a comforting trip.

I saw different sides of everyone that I hadn't seen before. I had a nice almost "venting" time with Delia. We had quite the adventure too. We went on this long walk through the woods where Katie apparently "dragged" her to after having Ali. We found a path leading off the main path, and of course, followed it. It led us through some shoulder high grass, pricklies, and mud. But soon enough we found the river! We had to slide down a steep hill to get to it, but it was worth it. It felt like something Katie would have done.

We also saw some beautiful gardens, the Munsinger Gardens. There was so many colors and different types. I even saw one called the Santa Claus flower. :) It was red with white around the edges of the leaves. Meanwhile all the little kids getting soaked in the water fountain.

Hmm, on the car ride there, we stopped at places we had stopped on our way to see Katie when she was in college.

All in all it was a well needed trip, with lots of fun included.

Minds.

How do our minds know stuff, when even we don't? How do they change our mood, when we don't even realize why, until we really think about it.

June is by far, the hardest month of the year. But I didn't even realize it was June, until I took a step back, checked out my mood, and thought about it... I've been quieter, slower, sadder, and I didn't know why. I was even getting mad at myself for it. How did my brain figure all this out without me having any idea?

It also explains these weird dreams. I've been having dreams, that I don't remember, but I wake up in tears, or a wet pillow. I only remember one dream, out of all of them. And of course, it had to do with Katie, and her death. I want to know how my brain can come up with all this stuff, without me thinking of it.