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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Remember to Remember
Today's blog happens to fall the day before Memorial Day here in the United States. Rather than add to the mountains of opinions, poetry and essays on the benefits/horror/patriotism/valor of conflict, I will simply ask you to take a moment to be grateful for what you have. Regardless of your political persuasion, please pause for just a short while and honor those who have given so much to make certain the rest of us can live our lives in freedom and comfort.
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Thanks Patricia. This last year my mother, who is 80 moved out to CA from her home in MI where she has lived for nearly 70 years of her life. Normally, on Memorial Day, she traveled to a lake some 100 miles from home to plant geraniums at the gravesites of her loved ones. This year, we'll be planting rose pink geraniums in my sister's yard and thinking about those family members who came before us--and that moment of silence is what connects us in time and place.
A lovely thought, Hannah. A few days ago I stopped by the cemetary where my father's ashes are kept, and took a moment to dust the grass from the marker and rest my fingers on the corners of the letters that spell out his name. For me its touch that makes the connection, as if he were there to feel the brush of my hand on his.
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