Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Season's Beginnings

This week's theme for 52 Photos Project is "Season's Beginnings." This was the best I could do at finding evidence of fall. These are sweet gum leaves. They are so beautiful in the fall and they will get prettier in the next few weeks.

We spent the weekend at our little house in the country. The birthday celebration went very well. It was good to be surrounded by family on my son's birthday. My girls went to the cemetery the morning of his birthday and left sidewalk messages on his vault. When the day was done and most everybody had left, my husband and I and one of my aunts went to the cemetery to leave birthday messages.

Tonight, after missing two meetings, we went to the monthly meeting of Compassionate Friends. I wanted so badly to talk about how we left birthday messages on his vault but the group was a little larger than usual and I didn't butt in to say anything. I think this might be a new tradition for us, to write messages on his birthday and maybe even other holidays too. We left the chalk up there in a ziploc bag in case any of his friends come by and want to leave a message.

His best friend had a video of his two young children releasing balloons for his birthday up in Pennsylvania and other friends posted things on Facebook remembering him. It was a good day in spite of the sadness.

I called him Bubbie a lot when he was younger. For some reason that is the name that came to me as I was writing my message.


  1. Sending you love, love, love.

  2. I'm glad you had his birthday party, and that you had friends and family around to share and mark the time, and that you have your place in the country to go to just 'be.' All lovely things to surround you.

  3. Those are beautiful trees! Thank you for sharing that picture.

  4. The chalk and messages sound like a great tradition to take up, Annie. I've never been to a "Compassionate Friends" meeting, but it sounds a bit like the Quakers and I have talked a bit with a friend who attends such meetings. Back in the early 70s, when I stepped into old-time holiness, our services were always open for anyone to stand and share what was on their heart. It was always some of the best things I remember about coming together, for words at such time come right up out of one's "belly" and minister to all there.


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