A widow and her sons gathered with their cousins the evening before…reacquainting with each other, reminiscing their childhoods…remembering their father, their uncle, her life long partner of 68 years, who passed. They laughed, they danced, they ate a feast cousins had ordered for the family; they drank and remembered a wonderful man who touched so many friends and family of all ages. One cousin was up late downloading music her cousins had chosen to be played at the burial. Another cousin went to the florist to get roses and rose petals.
The next morning, she woke up early and went to the coffee shop to have breakfast and listened to her muse…in two hours her uncle’s ashes would be interred at the family graveside. It was cloudy but not raining and clouds were making room for the sun’s rays…

grey skies beckoning no more tears grey skies casting shadows under their eyes beckoning softly whispers please don't cry no more tears like dust in the wind smiling from above (c) Tournesol 2022-10-18 and then the sun appeared as if he was smiling ...
Songs:
Wish you were here – Pink Floyd
Father & Son – Cat Stevens
Tears in Heaven – Eric Clapton
My Way – Frank Sinatra
Hallelujah – Alexandra Burke
Dust in the Wind – Kansas
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