One activity that is a given every year when Jordan comes is a trip to Susan's grave. Fourteen years later and it is still hard for me to believe that this is reality.
Those poor flowers. We picked them up the previous day. The next morning they had wilted beyond most life.
I am at peace knowing Mom and Dad are together, but I wish they were here with us. I think our family is lost without them. We are a ship with no captain.
Dad's parents are close, down the hill a short distance. We looked in on them. I promised to do better, remembering to visit.
This Christ statue speaks volumes to me, surrounded by his flock. Some live within our mortal sight, others live outside our earthly vision, but still they live.