Gemotions

Michael flipped through the pages with a lightness in his step. His mom had always been a whirlwind, a force of nature. He was sorting through her things now, the task feeling less like a burden and more like an adventure. The house felt quiet, but not lonely. It was filled with echoes of his mom’s life, a vibrant symphony of her passions.

He discovered the bucket list in a drawer, tucked beneath a pile of vibrant scarves. He couldn’t help but smile at the first entry: *Ride a hot air balloon*. He envisioned her, laughing with her head thrown back, hair flying in the wind. He could feel a warmth spread through him, a sensation of genuine pleasure.

Michael made a mental note to see if he could do it, just to feel close to her. *Visit the Grand Canyon* was next. He let out a chuckle; he knew she had wanted to do that. He was already planning the trip.