Memorials

I stopped by my grandparent's graves several days ago.  It was something I did with my mother around Memorial Day.  I left two white geraniums, again, something my mother would do.  And an American flag for my World War I veteran grandfather...

Being at their graves helps me feel close to my mother.  She was diligent about making sure there were flowers there.  I think of her, my father, and of course, Murphy.  The three I lost in the past few years.

Sometimes my heart is heavy.

Murphy's Day.