Since losing my Mother in August 10, 2020, observation of Memorial Day has taken a different personal meaning for me. My Mother loved flowers. She grew them in her yard all around her house. When roses bloomed, she would cut them to place in vases around the house. She also gave away her flowers to whoever admired them.
So this morning’s breakfast table was beautifully decorated with a small bouquet of roses, I was touched.
I conclude this Memorial Day blog with a few of my favorite photos of my Mother and me.