I sat today with the Live Oak tree planted in memory of my father. Some of his ashes are there. His running shoes are there. His pipe is there. It's been 7 months today.
I visited with my aunties this weekend. Visited and talked and listened and hugged and cried and laughed.
Family is exhausting that way.
Note to self: drink lots of water and sleep, not necessarily in that order.
1 comment:
I think planting a tree in memory of someone is the coolest thing!
I hope that tree brings you years of peace.
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