I think of Dad everyday, but today would have been his 93rd birthday.
It stings that he is gone for so many reasons, one of which is we would have been planning a celebration. I took this picture of daffodils by my front door this morning, it does look like a celebration of Spring.
I stopped at the cemetery yesterday afternoon and was pleased to see the military marker had been placed on Dad & Ev's grave-site.
The bench and the marker make for a very nice tribute to those two.
Once the grass greens up and the trees leaf out, this will be a sweet spot to sit a spell.
It's an emotional day.
I wish, I wish, I wish.