Petals tossed into the air.
Memorial Day is a day of flowers - those that bloom beside the graves and those that we carry to them.
The Sun rose through the mist that lifts from the river at night.
Life continues to bloom among the headstones.
A Rose Shower for Laurie
Robin and petals at her friend's grave.
Rose petals for Grandma and Grandpa.
Rose petals for Dad.
The Poppy's petals below Bob and Robin's gazebo.
My brother and husband. Life is good.
One more petal.
My sister-in-law, Robin, and I made the rounds today. Robin is sister-in-law in name only. She is a true sister of my heart.
'Law' - a funny word for this history - this love.
The breezes in the local cemeteries lifted our rose petals and laid them gently around the granite stones. We said the names of a parent, grandparents, aunt, uncle, sister-in-law and old friends. The initial giddiness grew thin. It's always with regret and relief that we pull away from these resting places to join the world of the living again.
Life is good.