Monday, December 21, 2015

Christmas 2001

The year my brother died, 2001, I remember going to my mother's apartment.  We had to go in two cars, the kids and Nick and me.

We stopped at the cemetery where Dale is buried.  It was a cold, sunny day.  As we stood, looking at his grave, a little flurry of snow fell on us.  It was the only snow that day.

Now my mom is buried near Dale.  I don't think I will visit them this year for Christmas.  and I am pretty sure it won't snow.  But I will think of them.  And miss them.

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