
My Mom buys the flowers, packs up a pair of scissors and a bottle of water, and makes her way carefully across the grass to my Dad's grave. She spends some time arranging the flowers just so.
We share a few memories of Dad and then Jean and I leave Mom alone at the grave while we straighten some of the flags on the nearby graves.
My Mother always adds a kiss to the stone, but you can't see that in the photos.

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