Yesterday, I put some flowers on my father's grave in a Spokane cemetery. After, I took a walk in the lovely place. I noted at least a dozen graves where family members had decorated small Christmas trees or placed blown-up Santas or beautiful wreaths.
It was a nice gesture, remembering our dead during these busy holidays. And the cemetery was so calm, peaceful and quiet, allowing a place of respite during this busy time, this frantic season.
Merry Christmas Eve.