A brisk but beautiful morning. The sun was in and out of the clouds early. Which seemed to match the place I was in. One minute you had bright sun glistening off the headstones. The next a shadowy silence and the cloudy changing of the guard.
The tour buses were mainly empty. But there were a lot of people here paying respects to loved ones and friends.
I try to make a holiday visit every year.
You know you can stand there and your ears hear silence or the rustling of leaves. But if you know someone here your mind is filled with voices.
My Mom used to love wreaths.
People were very respectful at the changing of the guard. It gals me when the Guard has to admonish someone for bad behavior.
Merry Christmas Mom and Dad. As the family gathers tomorrow, look through my eyes to see the joy you have left behind. Thank you so much for all you gave me. I miss you.
Merry Christmas everyone.