For as long as I can remember, on the Sunday evening of Memorial Day weekend, my parents would make their annual trek to the local cemeteries to place flowers on the grave sites of close relatives that had passed on. This rite was especially important to my father in later years. So, this evening, the PA siblings carried on the sacred tradition in honor of our parents.
My favorite stop was this especially lovely old cemetery in Mercersburg, PA. It was a spectacular spring evening and there was breathtaking beauty to behold in every direction, especially the enormous old trees...
Our final stop was my parents' burial site.
So very bittersweet....
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