While at home, I visited my dad’s grave. I really do love the walk down the path to get there.
It is so quiet and beautiful that it sets the mood perfectly for a visit to a grave.
I sat on the little stone bench,
and reflected about all those that my dad is now with. His father.
A brother and two sisters.
A favorite nephew.
And most importantly his son. How sweet that reunion must have been!
Then I cleaned some of the old dead flowers off the grave and was surprised by this guy.
Then I laughed at myself for jumping when I saw it and then laughed again because I know my dad would have laughed at me too. At that moment I learned another one of life’s lessons: It is almost impossible to be melancholy when staring a toad in the face!