We lost mummy 11 years ago today. This weekend we visited the cemetery, me and Jerry and Dad and Martha and Mike. The grass was well kept but dry from drought. A red tailed hawk alighted from under our noses to antother tree. Unlike the raw, rainy, and nothing short of miserable day 11 years ago, it was sunny and breezy. The change in weather seemed to suggest that we have made some progress, true or not.
"You never get over your mother," Martha said. It's true, but struck me especially at that moment as she stood with me. Her mother and my mother are buried in the same place. In a strange way, it was nice to all be there together.
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