Memorial Day

How does the mind work?

We just got back from the cemetery. Two things.

1. I don't like to go alone, so I'm glad some of my family went. Ann and her three sons, Paul and his daughter, Andrew and two of his sons, and Lola. That's what the place is for, I guess, family to come together, remember, visit a little. I also check out the care they give to the grave and the stone. Today I was pleased with it.
   
2. I sort of thought Wayne might be there, too. You know, to meet us. I mean really, in the flesh. That's the reason I ask how the mind works. I knew he wouldn't be. Of course I knew that. I'm not stupid; he is dead and buried there. But the thought, the hope, something about it, wandered in and stayed long enough for me to have to deal with it consciously.

Maybe it's the heart's wishes getting into the mind and messing with what we know. Whatever. I'm glad we went. But, just so you know, he did not meet us there. At least not in the flesh.