June 16th, 2013
It was early morning I was on my third load of dishes from a family barbeque last Saturday that stretched well into Sunday. Odd as it sounds, I love that part of a family get together, when everyone has gone and the only thing left are the dishes. I normally hate to do dishes in the evening, but there is something about washing dishes after a family gathering that is different; the time alone with my thoughts thinking quietly about the people who were just here, and also the people who are no longer here.
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