I walked in the cemetery today.
Spring is coming ever so slowly.
My neighbor's son-in-law came over this morning.
He came to let me know Mr. Carter died last night in his sleep.
I had meant to ask Mr. Carter where in the cemetery his first wife was buried.
I will ask the office to locate the grave for me so I can tend to it now.
I wonder if this beloved Mother and
Nana was really named Birdie.
A small magnolia tree is in bloom.
I will be attending Mr. Carter's funeral.
He was a good neighbor.
I will miss him.