Memorial Day

I am old enough (77) to remember when this was Memorial Day.

Here is my offering to the families and friends of those who have passed in this terrible pandemic.

I wish I could bring them to people but this is the best I can offer.

A friend once looked at a big bouquet on my kitchen table.
She asked, "Who sent the flowers?"
I replied, "God."
She said, "God never sends me flowers."
I said, "Well, you have to do the work."

Flowers make us feel better.

That is especially true when they have that extra something that makes us laugh.

Here are some bouquets I picked while praying for those lost souls, who are never lost to God.