Monday, September 28, 2009
my father would have been 79 last week. as a simple gesture of remembrance, we went to the beach to mark the occasion. holding a stalk of white crysanthemum, we each said a short prayer for him before tossing it to the sea.
it's uncanny. we each tossed the flower at different times & yet, as they float away with the waves, they seemed to come together. as if in support for each other.