Windchimes and memories

Today, we visited Kassanndra's grave.

 

"Mom! Listen!" she'd shush me suddenly in the back yard, and I'd pause, listening.

Then I'd hear it, distant windchimes drifting to us on the fragrant summer air.

And we'd smile at each other.

 

Thank you to those who continue to add windchimes to the tree near Kassanndra's grave.

They still make us smile.

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