The wind blew hard for most of the night. Resting was fitful because each time I dozed, warm winds out of the gulf ripped through the water oak in our yard, rattling the roof with the sound of rolling acorns.
This morning the cloud cover was as thick as a dirty curtain, and it looked as if rain were coming, but when I stepped out onto the back deck, I could smell no rain on the wind.
Soon after sunrise, the clouds burned off and the sky was stunning.
Both my mom and Jilda's mom have birthdays in December so we decided yesterday to buy some new flowers for their graves.
Most people buy the flowers prearranged, but Jilda prefers to mix and match to put her personal touch on the arrangements.
Today after lunch, we drove to both cemeteries, and after we placed the flowers we stood in silence for a long time.
In reflecting back, it seems as if we lost them only yesterday, and then again it seems they've been gone forever.
Placing flowers on graves seem so inadequate for the sacrifices they made for us, but it's something we can do the keep those memories fresh.