When I talk about going to Batoche, I word it that “I am going to have a visit with my mom” or “I’ll go have a little chat with my mom”…something along those lines.

So when my dear friend Christie and I were saying our good-byes on Sunday morning, before I headed out to Batoche, she hugged me and said, “Say “hi” to your mom for me.” It made me pause for a moment because I realized it had been years since anyone said that to me, but it seemed normal at the same time. I told her I would.

And before I left the gravestone at Batoche I remembered and said, “Oh, and Christie asked me to say “hi”.”