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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

This Memorial Day was one of the first for a time that the girls and I didn't all go out to the cemetary. One did. Rode her bike with her friend. I stood at the curb remembering my picture at work. I'm holding the youngest while the other two stood beside me, looking at the camera--into the sun. That was before going to the cemetary. There really were only a few years going. Walking. Maybe next year, but maybe not.

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