Little Boy Blue

Last weekend was Memorial Day Weekend in the USA.  It has become our tradition to visit Dad at Willamette National Cemetery on Memorial Day.

My family and I visited the wall where Dad's ashes are kept.  The trip to the top of the hill was poignant and moving.  There are acres and acres of flags...all of them on the graves of men and women who fought for country, home and family.  Seeing them deeply touched my heart.

As my family and I sat along the edge of the sidewalk looking out over a sea of flags, I noticed a sweet little boy in blue.  First he sat pensively in the midst of the flags, then he walked up and down between the graves, looking at the flags, flowers and balloons.  He seemed sad, yet the irrepressible joy of childhood still colored  his steps.  Every now and then he would stand still and smile.  And then he would take off running.  He was a delight to watch.

We met many people honoring their loved ones.  There was a feeling of brotherhood and camaraderie between everyone.  It was a beautiful experience.

Have a lovely weekend, dear ones.  May peace and love be yours.

Indigo Heart for Clytie

We were winging along the Columbia Gorge River highway behind a hearse when I spied this heart cloud floating over the river. I immediately thought of my darling Sissy Clytie and snapped the photo.

To be truthful I was amazed at how well the picture came out, considering we were following that hearse at speeds sometimes well over 75 miles per hour!

What a race! Our dear Florence (in the coffin) was most likely watching overhead, laughing herself silly over the antics of everyone in the long line of cars endeavoring to follow that speeding hearse on its way to the cemetery--through rush hour traffic no less! (gasp) I have to say--I've NEVER followed a hearse in such an allfaldaral hurry before! What an adventure! But so appropriate for our lovely Florence, who's quirky sense of humor brightened every one's lives.