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Top of the day to everyone. Well, at least to the few that swing by this location. Didn’t accomplish what I had hoped Saturday but got some important things done despite not feeling that well. Such is life, make the best of what you got each day and put it in the win column. And with the return of the sun today and an early start to the day I feel inspired. Going to grab the equipment and click off a few winners throughout the day.

Some clouds are graceful.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Nothing like being able to see and talk to your children. I have a dinner date with my daughter and we are seeing my son this weekend. Life is very good. I guess life is all about how you define things. I see a number of people chasing various goals and objectives. Most very worth while, but few people take the time to analyze the price. Sometime too late to change what they might have if they looked at it earlier. It’s always good to re-evaluate. At least life has taught me that lesson. Another one I wished I had learned earlier in life.


Arlington visit

My better half and I rode to Arlington yesterday.  My parents resting place. Been missing them quite a bit of late. Life is different after your parents are gone. Memories are tested by time. Smells of their things fade. Their voices grow fainter. Their looks harder to see. I miss them so. At strange moments alone it sometimes hits me and its overwhelming. Funny that happens more when I haven’t been to visit. Almost like an internal timer I guess.

But it always feels good when I make the effort to go to their resting place to be near again. It’s tough some visits, but I’m always feeling better after for a good while. It felt good to have company today. But some visits I like to do alone. I always spend some time talking to them. When I’m with someone I just do it internally but when I’m alone I’ll talk out loud.

It was raining today. The umbrella’s were needed. I was surprised at the crowds there still in the bad weather as we entered and exited the cemetery. They also have some new security in place. They checked my physical pass at the first station and I had to present ID at the second stop at the end of Memorial Ave. I have no problem with this, I’d rather not have people who don’t belong driving in there and if this helps I’m all for it.

I’ve been over there in all seasons in all-weather. It’s a ground that gives me pause each time I get close and enter. But on rainy days it seems especially intense in its power. Of course its a place of beauty all the time. Especially on sunny days. Shadows, reflections, the brightness of the headstones against that immaculate green carpet. On snowy days its like heaven. So bright, headstones almost seem floating on a cloud. In the fall you have the colors of the leaves peppering the ground and sky above you.

The rain seems to add an extra measure of reverence. People are moving slower and walking in the roads because the grounds are wet. It somehow brings another weight to it. Even the birds were missing yesterday. Yeah, I know they are there, but none were singing or flying about. Well I do know one thing. My visit later this month to mark the passing of my Mom will be grand as it always is, because it falls on Memorial Day weekend. And the cemetery is ALIVE those days.

Author: Mike Hartley

With a lifetime and a half in the Newspaper industry I'm preparing for my retirement career as an Artist, Writer, Photographer and Video content provider. I'm a proud father of two wonderful children and I'm still married to the first girl I fell in love with and probably only one that would have me.

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