#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The red maple lets go

What an amazing day. Up at 6:00 with the light. Time to send out my weekly email before helping my daughter set up for her gathering of friends at 10:00 a.m. Then I went for my walk. The river is quite high after the rain and in the woods quite a few trees were down. I even heard one crashing close by to where I was walking. Freaky. But the ground is wet and the dead ones do come down. I had a long talk with Frank on the phone. We are on opposites sides of the day. My morning is his bedtime, and he was tired but seemed to enjoy me chattering on as I walked. Did my six miles. Then off to meet my brothers and sister and nieces and nephews and Franci and
Will at the cemetery in town for a memorial for my Aunt Dot. This was so we could have our own memorial, intimate and personal, for our special aunt. We had it where my parents’ ashes are buried at their bench. I loved that so many of us could be there together. Then we went back to my house where Perri had cleaned up from her gathering so we could transition smoothly to our lunch. Everyone helped, as usual. Afterwards, a bunch of us went out and played pickle on the tennis court, two teams playing at a time and it was an exactly perfect afternoon and I felt certain that Dot and Bob and Mom and Dad were watching. My sibs and I, we’re the elders now. I don’t know how this is true, but it is. I missed Frank. Not the same setting up and doing a party without him. He’ll be home soon.

Dad, Bob, Dot, Mom