As I was working in the garden this morning I thought of some more:
My mom who came up and helped me dig up every single garden bed. Without questioning me. Simply because "I have to, it's what we always did." Even knowing I couldn't possibly work them all.
She also took me to see baby goats three days after David died. In spite of the fact that I was pretty sure I didn't want to see baby goats. Those baby goats brought me a lot of joy as they jumped, and sucked on our fingers and shoelaces, and simply reminded me that new life happens.
My son, who asked me if I wanted him to come live with me, even though neither of us was real sure about the idea. Having him here reminds me that I have family, even when we push each other's buttons. That he realized I would feel alone and cared enough to ask means a great deal. He's a good guy.
Parents of my students, who brought their children to David's memorial service. What a gift that was, to see those young lovely faces; to have children there.
...and I suspect the list will continue.