I went to the kitchen door, and what I saw there drew me out to the garden. My white-gold rosebush is in almost full bloom, with deep red roses...how odd, but what drew me there was the pre-dawn light mingled with a soft fog. It was as though clouds had descended upon my back yard,and the arch the rosebush has grown into, all on it's own is so lovely the way it swoops over the birdbath, and seems to be reaching for the volunteer three year old black walnut tree on the other side of the birdbath.This was the sight that becond to me as I glanced out the door, and then, around the corner of the porch, my shocking pink peonies winked and nodded at me, and I just had to see it all up close. So, I went out, still in my slippers and jammies, to a chorus of birds, with their beautiful morning calls, and it was all so perfect. No one was about to see me. It was as though for the moment, I was in my own little world, and it lent itself to reflection of just what this day means. I thought of Mother and Daddy, and my brothers, all of them, gone. The thought came again, I have more family in heaven than I do on earth...and the feeling came over me that just for that time, perhaps, I was allowed a tiny peek of what heaven must really be like. So beautiful.The fog, so soft and lovely, the birdcalls, so sweet, and the songs so delightful. Then again, as I have before, I felt the love of God enveloping me...and it was all, so perfect.
Memorial day. Remember them, as they would have wished. I did.
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