The rose garden
I guess you can't call it a rose garden but each year I go down home to visit I first go and buy hugs bouquets of flower for the cemetery. (they do not allow fresh only at funerals and flower day) The wind is so strong some days on that huge hill that fresh flowers do not stand a chance. I like to go around and speak to all that are there and put flowers as a token of my affection and remembrance. On flower day it is like a mile square of color and beauty of every kind of flower. I like to sit and ponder for the whole day. My aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, grandmothers, grandfathers, mom, day, sister are all in my mind as I go to each grave and say my prayer.
My name is already on the family plot since 2000 when we got the plot and stone for father.
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