I always swear this will be the year I don't do it and somehow my car always seems to wind up driving past that simple two-story white house on Cardiff Road anyway. Then since it's only a mile or so farther north, I head up Olentangy River Road to Union Cemetery.
Most years it's cold and windy or spitting snow but this year was a little different. The ground was wet from intermittent rain all day, and there was a cool breeze blowing from the north, but all in all not bad for a mid-November evening in Columbus. So, I made my annual pilgrimage to Section 12, Lot 37, Space 4 and parked the car near one of the pine trees that shade a simple black granite marker.
I stood there, hands in my coat pockets, staring at the monument and listening to the wind as it rustled through what leaves remained on the nearby maple trees. I looked around at the darkening sky and waited … and waited … and waited.
Read the rest by clicking on this link: Rea's Day Blog: Nov. 20.