Friday afternoon I stopped at the local florist here in Frederic and picked up three long stem red roses: one for Mom, one for Dad, and one for my sister Ruth. At the cemetery I placed each rose upon their graves with love. I wept in the memory of them. And in my tears I honored the memory of them...the significance of their presence in my life.
Then in the evening I had a wonderful time with family. We drank, we laughed, we talked, and we ate well. Maybe this olde uncle drank a wee bit too much for yesterday morning...although I did not feel hungover...the hangover actually set in during the drive home. By time I got home, I knew I was not going anywhere for the rest of the day. Although I truly hated to cancel the plans to be with family in Bruce...I also knew I would not be good company for anyone because I was just too tired.
Last night I slept soundly for 11 hours! And then I woke to this beautiful morning. I am blessed.