Saturday: Easter Weekend

Dad and I visited the graves of my Mom, Grandmother and uncle.  It was quiet and pretty there: small groups of people placing flowers and visiting, as well.  As we drove back, the traffic started to pile up.  Holiday weekend.  Washed and waxed my car, in the sunshine and wind.  Kept thinking of the past while I was cleaning: trips and adventures I wanted to share with someone else who is gone...  Drank the last shot from my small bottle of Patron and sat in the yard for a while, feeling the heat on my skin.  A wild turkey walked by.  The scent of hyacinths swirled.  A robin regarded me from a flowerbed.  My Dad got the fountain in the koi pond working again.  I can hear the sound of water through my open window.  And the highway.  Everything else is quiet.  I'm going to take a shower.  Eat.  Then watch a movie.