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memorial day isn’t my favorite. it’s the weekend my grandpa (“Right, Moon?”, he’d say) died. it’s the weekend i was in a car accident involving a deer and being very stuck in ohio waiting in the rain for a greyhound bus that never came, and it’s indy 500 weekend. the race itself isn’t my thing (although i do like to catch the ending), but The Beav’s ashes are scattered at that track, so it all combines into some wistful and melancholy days, a true memorial. i’ve also had some amazing memorial day weekends for sure (examples: my brother’s wedding. emma’s baptism. that family camping trip in 7th grade when i called school and found out i’d made the pom-pom team…), and this one looks to be just fine. we can’t get away because i’m singing the usual duo of church services tomorrow, but i’ve picked out a beach to explore on monday, and the weather looks right perty.

enjoy your loved ones this weekend. i’ll be holding onto mine – in mind, body, & spirit.
xoxo