happy memorial day
I’ve spent some time today remembering. First, the remembering that’s supposed to be done (by Americans, anyway) on this particular day. And then remembering how this day has been spent in my own short history. I remember sunshine and lots of food (burgers, dogs, potato salad, veggie pizza, sugar cookies with almond icing). I remember doing grave rubbings in a cemetery some of my Grandma’s relatives were buried in. I remember flags. I remember Grandpa faithfully reading In Flanders Fields before our meal. Tall sunflowers growing outside the kitchen window. Some crafty project to keep us occupied as kids. Or maybe a big chore, like painting the garage. Getting to mow the big yard with a tractor. Kicking the red rubber ball on the barn roof. Walking down to my cousin’s house to escape the adults and watch a movie. Loving my family through rolling eyes.
Grandpa and Grandma Maxson passed away in 2007. Somehow it hurts to remember things that won’t be again. But it’s good to remember. And be thankful. And so I am. I hope you’re blessed in remembering today, too.
We spent today at Grandpa’s house like usual, except it wasn’t at all usual since they aren’t there anymore. Aunt Barb has the house, a quilting center, fixed up just like a bed & breakfast. It’s beautiful! Amdon and I took the Gator all over the farm – to Walt’s & Ruth’s place too. The last time we did that was the afternoon after Grandma’s funeral. Where have the years gone? They loved us well. Today Avery was just learning about them. It was good. And hard. (And cold and rainy half the time. Rats.) Missed you! Mitch came out to do a photo shoot in the barn with Abby with the neat old stuff there.