After taking flowers to the graveside today, I wound up driving around town a bit as errands were run.
Wound up at Crosstown, which is a common occurrence. And today it just seemed appropriate. After all, it is the reason she arrived in Memphis as a child, where mom and dad met and where the story of me began.
Stumbled across a set of doors I had not seen open to the public before and found the elevator that mom and dad met on back in the day. I know it was that elevator because I remember the location when I got a tour of the old Sears building before it became Crosstown Concourse.
That in itself would be cool, but there is also a framed picture with her in it just outside the elevator doors. Still there in the place she met dad and a happy little hello today from her to me on her birthday.