|Bad photo, but oh, how the window reflects onto the marble on either side.|
I imagine the spirits happy to have company, and of course I imagine them as dog lovers, undisturbed by racing paws and curious noses.
|Smart takes in the view.|
|The mausoleum where I am first bewitched by stained glass.|
There were many flowers left from Mother's Day, and I was reminded how lucky I was to have my grandparents around into my twenties and thirties. Honestly, even now I don't think of them in the ground or in ashes; I think of them as staying with me in talismans I have...
in my grandpa's paintings that I can see from where I'm typing, in my Disneyworld Mickey Mouse locket ring from the first time I visited the grandparents in Florida when they retired... and in the scent of lilacs in Woodlawn's May air redolent of my other grandma's perfume.
|Not my grandmother, but beloved as all mothers, grandmothers, and great grandmothers are.|