Despite my whining of last night, it was a nice weekend. Saturday was busy, but Sunday less so. We planted bulbs at the cemetary in the afternoon after church. KC and Elisabeth both share names with some of the ancestors we remember when we visit and plant. Yesterday KC brought out his ever present note pad and copied down names and dates. Kirsty's dad (who shares a middle name with KC) all ready has his name engraved on the stone where her mom is buried. He was full of questions about why Pop Pop's name was there when he was still alive, how old they were when they died etc. He is proud to share the names of wise strong men in our family and made that clear too.
As we left, Lissa said, "but little kids don't die, do they?" I said "not usually" but our spirits live on no matter what. Then today I read on dia por dia's blog about a mom who just died in a tragic car accident with one of her daughters. I didn't know her, but it is a sharp reminder of the transience of this time on Mother Earth.
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