Pretty sure about the time you say it won't snow you've gone full vegan enviro whacko.
My point is that it snows dang near every year on Memorial weekend. You don't have to call on some Shaman to do a dance. Just declare the date for that holiday. Whenever. I need someone to tell me how, why, and when to mourn my dead? That better be in the next 5 trillion lost by the military or I ain't flocking voting for it.
Never been much for the day. I mourn my dead as the spirit moves. Real-time.
I have a little box of baubles. Each a piece touched by a loved one.
For instance, when my grandfather died, the only thing I took from him was a remembrance... A wee screwdriver with a busted wooden handle... It seemed apropos, broken and worn as it was, by his own hand, ready for the garbage can, like my grandfather was ready for the grave.
You and me, we know wood... So you know what I did. Lovingly. With consummate skill. My grandfather was a tinker, as was my father, as a I... But that one didn't go in the box. Seemed an irreverence. A damn shame.
Every time I adjust a carburetor, is it with a little wooden handled screwdriver, one that has a very special place in my top most middle drawer in my box.
Let the dead mourn the dead. He's with our Father. And I will see him again, one fine day.... Until then, a fond remembrance.
