IMG_4754Sometimes, I really think those who lie beneath our feet are letting us know they appreciate our remembrance of their lives.  Tonight, I was at a relative’s little family plot that has no real grass; mostly dirt and twigs with just random, splotchy bits of weeds and greenery.  But there it was… this little lone purple wild flower at the foot stone of his grave.  I was walking around, thinking about him and there it was all by its lonesome.

Little Gifts
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