It’s a sad holiday that also symbolizes the start of my favorite season. A weekend of yin and yang. I spent Sunday with my favorite veteran. He wore a paper poppy wrapped around a button on his shirt. He’s remembering faces of those who fought by his side.
When I see the poppy I am reminded that once we had an uncle. He died in the war and there is nothing left but a few photos and memories kept alive by his brother. Buried at sea 72 years ago. My father holds a bouquet of paper poppies and I take one to honor other aunts and uncles who are also missing. The souls who have fought for me. I wear it for the rest of the weekend.
We had a barbecue and installed an air conditioner in his bedroom. He was happy for the attention though we wore him out a bit running up and down stairs. I also weeded in the garden and decided that the dandelion blooms were blooms just the same. They decorated the table as we ate. I collected the greens to eat in my salad on Monday. He doesn’t use pesticides or even fertilizers. My father’s weeds are organic.
I hope all of you had a wonderful three days too!