Another Memorial Day done. This will be our 5th one without my dad. I can’t say enough how time goes by so fast, but yet so slow.
The cemetery was beautiful. Now that my mom has moved I will probably only visit it on Memorial Day. We also went to another cemetery where my great grandparents are buried. It had an amazing flag display that was very humbling. I explained to Rachel what the flags stood for and that each one was for someone who had died in a war. Most about the age of her brother. 19.
I want to share a moment I had at my dad’s grave. I have written about how robins to me are a sign of my dad. I see them in my yard a lot and on our fences and feel like it’s my dad saying “Hi. I see you. I’m with you. I’m ok.” My husband just smiles when I say that, I’m pretty sure he thinks I wacko, but you can’t dismiss this. We were standing by my dad’s headstone talking with my uncle (my dad’s brother) and his wife and a robin just flies up and lands on his head. It just sat there for a couple of minutes. Not scared. Just looking around. Then he flew away. I was like “Did that really just happen!?” It gave me goosebumps.
They are still with us. Sometimes we just forget and just need a robin to land on our head to remember.
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