Memorial Weekend

As I was growing up, Memorial weekend marked the time to gather whatever flowers were blooming in our yard and visit the cemetery. I remember reading names of so many individuals that I did not know, while my parents paid their respect. Now that I'm older, I continue the cemetery visitation with fresh cut flowers, but now those names on the tombstones are loved ones that I miss dearly. So, this blog is dedicated to my family and friends whom I see in the blessing of remembrance: Grannie, when I see a simple bobbie pin; Mr. Mitchell, when I hear "Parlez-vous Francais?"; Mrs. Mitchell, when I see little hugging bears and french braids; Damon, when I think of little blue eyed boys; and John, when I see woolen socks pulled up all the way and the Long Branch sign. Also, I think of two gals that I didn't know but love just the same: Martina, because I like a little G-n-R from time to time,  and Ashley, because I can eat my weight in black olives, too.  All my love~

          This photo of my sister-in-law,Ingrid, and my niece, Joee, makes my heart smile. I can hardly believe that my little niece is growing into a young lady!

          I walked outside today, before all of the family arrived, and the yard was so peaceful. No one was there to enjoy the beauty of the roses, feel the breeze, or watch the insects in the sun. Still, it was there just the same, somehow romantic and somewhat mournful. I hope I captured the essence.