Yesterday, it wasn’t planned, but I visited graves of many dear friends.
I drove by Brookview, adjusted the LiveStrong band on John’s marker and had my conversation with him. Thought of Melissa who is also buried there… we were in 4-H together many moons ago. She died in a car wreck in when she was in high school. I wondered if her family still visits. I’ve never seen flowers on her grave. I drove by my friend’s grandparents grave and hoped they knew what wonderful grand-kids and great grandchildren they had. I ended the drive by driving by John’s parents stone and reflecting on what a great woman Ann was.
Later a walk brought me near Squall spot. I knelt down and thanked her for being such a wonderful mare and good friend for so many years.
Then later kiddo was playing near the tree where the cats are buried. I went over and remembered what a wonderful trio was buried there. In typical cat fashion they were all quite different… Toby the misfit- the stray- who picked me and picked our farm for his home. He never was completely trusting. Then there was Kit Kat who would go up to any stranger even kids and LOVED playing- especially with Rascal and Punkin. And finally dear, Winnie, who had no need for another cat, but loved her “adult” humans.
I shed some tears yesterday, but remembered some great memories of my friends. They each brought something wonderful into my life.