Sunday is a long day , for some reason. I have heard this from others who are singles. This Sunday was full. A lovely woman had a memorial service at our Synagogue. I knew that she was special, but having a service such as this, just made her
more precious. On Sunday's , I like to go to the sarasota National Cemetery and visit Bob's grave. I try to remember to keep a few shells in the car to put on his grave. Today, I noticed that someone had put a stone on a grave, down the row from Bob.
I walked over to it and sure enough, it was another Jewish guy. I think my putting shells on Bobs grave made who ever visited his fellow grave occupant, feel that it was oK to put the stone on. I've not seen a stone there before, and I do look for other
Jewish graves. I like to see who is keeping company with Bob.The grounds are so well taken care of, but not rigid in regards to flowers. Everyone seems to be respectful of cleaning up any flowers that have wilted and need to be thrown away. It's really
a very peaceful place to visit. Today is our youngest child's birthday.He is now qualified to belong to AARP. How in the heck did that happen?