Today I am thankful for sunnier days.
I have a list of veterans I visit every year.
Whenever I go to visit the cemetary, the rain starts.
It is fitting -but- I take photos of the gravesites for the relatives who live out of the country and state....
those people who cannot visit their dearly departed.
The pictures look better without the raindrops.
I'm at home now, wearing my firework dress and waiting for the rain to stop.
The jackass next door is keeping his little dogs outside in the pouring rain.
They're crying and whimpering.
The only shelter they have is a trampoline.
It's absolutely horrible.
Part of me wishes that they'd dig a hole under the fence and come over here.
I've got four teenagers living at the house that would love to take care of them.
I can go out and get myself some allergy medication.
The dogs belong to the guy that freaks out when people park in front of my house.
He must've had code enforcement called on him yesterday.
His very pregnant wife was outside on her hands and knees pulling the weeds.
I'd help her but I'm afraid I'd smack her spouse if he brandished his gun at me again.
It's best to stay away.
She'd have had better luck waiting until today to pull the weeds. Weeds are easier to pull when the ground is still wet.
I can't help assholes and idiots.
I need to save my energy for the people who really need it.
Love ya lots,
S.
So....I saw that my dad's half-brother and his wife died within the span of three months. They're buried close to my former father in-law. My "uncle" was an asshole. He abused his wife. The son fled a murder scene of a classmate (but my sister and I couldn't prove it so it's still a Denver cold case). It was just best to avoid these jokers because trouble seemed to follow them around.
These are NOT people I could know in real life.
Now I can leave them flowers.
Since their lives weren't very peaceful, I pray they can finally rest in peace now.
Yeah......
It's sad when I see names of familiar people buried next to relatives. That's what happens when you grow up in (1) small towns with small cemeteries and (2) in a military community near a National Cemetery.
A guy I went to high school with played taps hundreds of times today for the people at the cemetery.
He does it every year.
I only bring flowers.
I'm going to have to start buying stock in a flower company -and- tissues.....I buy a lot of tissues, too.
Love ya lots,
S.