We have been trying for a couple weeks to get to Fairview Cemetery to decorate Tracy's grave, but we were waiting for a break in the clouds. It is supposed to be nice on Monday, but in my experience Memorial Day is usually what I call a STINC holiday, (So Thankful I'm Not Camping). And to make the odds of bad weather even more likely, our church holds an annual campout Memorial Day weekend. But the main reason I did not want to wait until Monday is that we are used to having the small country cemetery to ourselves and I knew Memorial Day would be busy. Today, we had what is now called a sun break between downpours, so we raced to the cemetery and put up crosses with flowers. There were a few people there, but not on the side where Tracy is buried. We enjoyed the sun while it lasted and went home to a torrent of rain. Life is like that, the serene and the stormy. We cannot control the weather, but we can search for a break in the clouds.
Memorial Day
The flowers resting near your stone
bear witness you are not alone,
forgotten.
The tears that trickle now and then
are there because your life has been
remembered.
Yet hope stands firm within my heart
we'll meet where loved ones do not part,
forever.
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