One thing neat about getting into a liturgical church and getting used to ritual...it's made me more mindful of certain things. On that note, I set a vase of our roses into a ceramic dish Patricia sent me a few months ago. She said I needed it since it had a Tennessee maker's mark on the dish. Beside that I put a candle holder with one of those battery-operated candles. Thought I'd have a tiny vigil for her, letting the candle stay on non-stop----keeping in mind the events/services for her through Friday, the 20th, the day of her burial. It's a reminder of a life. A note. Tribute. Whatever you want to call it. I call it pure affection.
(photo taken tonight in the dim living room)
