Mothers...
I stopped by the cemetery to visit my Mother. Her grave is partially under a Beautiful tree so even though it was close to noon, there was a little shade on her headstone and the cloud cover made it somewhat overcast at that spot as well. I talked to her and my Father for awhile. Then I wished my Mother a Happy Mother's Day and placed the white carnation lei onto her gravestone. When I stood back up, a Beautiful warm ray of Sunlight broke through the clouds and the tree canopy, and lit up her name. I stood motionless and emotions welled up inside. It was such a simple, yet profound sign, of her presence and her acknowledgement. But most of all, her Love. I remembered when I was about six years old. My Mother and I were at an airport in between flights somewhere on the continent. Just her and I. We stopped to get something to eat in a small airport cafeteria. I remember we both were ravenous and we both ordered a breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast. I ended up pouring ...

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1969 Excavations at the Kanaka Village Site, Fort Vancouver, Washington. Report to National Park Service, San Francisco from Bryn Mawr College, Bryn Mawr, PA.
came across this in my literature reviews