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April 28, 2010
We drove back home today. How often I've traveled that same route when visiting my dying parents years earlier. I went to visit their graves this trip. The wind on the coast is so strong and the sun is so relentless that the only flowers you can take that will last til morning are plastic. So I chose the prettiest colors and swept the dry grass and leaves off the headstone. Then I thought a prayer and prayed a memory of the feeling of being their daughter. I'm so grateful for what they taught me through discipline and living example.