I have never really spent much of a Memorial Day at the cemetery. That’s not to say I don’t remember my family and friends no longer physically with us; I just don’t.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday many things happened. I was in the hospital Thursday evening into the wee hours (6p-5a) of Friday morning. I slept most of Friday and was careful the rest of the day with whatever went into my stomach. But, Saturday I went to a movie with a good friend, ate at my beloved Cracker Barrel (carefully), and stopped by Mom’s to check on her. I intended to only stay a bit, but she and I started talking and, before we knew it, we were at the cemetery taking care of Sis, Dad, Mom’s parents and my Great Aunt and Uncle. All were lain straight in a row. We put up flags and such. It became a part of the rest of the cemetery, all alight with the best plastic flowers, cloth flags, and even some metal pots of memorial bouquets. The once-solemn and mostly green plots lit up with brightness, sending joy to those empty bones lying below, but also being noticed by their souls surrounding all of us. It was nice. I took a moment and remembered. I will try to remember it next year as well. In fact, perhaps, more often when I feel the need for nonjudgmental company.
Speaking of judgments, I have to mention that very early today (Sunday) I received notice that a short story I wrote for a person on fiverr.com was accepted for publication. No money involved, just a complimentary issue, but published nonetheless. It has been a memorable weekend.
Namaste,
Scott
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