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.