The Cherry blossoms passed so quickly. Now, the greenery of Cherry, Maple, Oak, and locus envelop the neighborhood. An unusual chill pervades the air on this last full weekend of May.
Murmers of the ones I lost bubble up with every leaf rippling in the breeze. Granny and Poppy, Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Butchy and Uncle Anthony. Cousin Joey. Uncle Nick, and his sister Bobbi.
Mom and Dad.
So many more. With more to come as the years flow on. And all I can do for them is remember.
How fitting.
Memorial Day
the graveside flags
fall still
I’m hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse. We write about the loved ones we lost on this Memorial Day.
The Pub is still open! Come join us!


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