I love this picture of my son playing Capture-the-Flag with his cousins. I didn't witness this game. It was taken by my sister on a lovely spring day in 2007.
They played on a green, grassy hill capped with flowering bushes. The kids were running and laughing, mimicking a stealth attack and rolling down the hill with feigned wounds.
The grounds were the other side of the church where we had just scattered my MoM's ashes in the memorial garden.
She had rocked and soothed him as a new born baby for hours on end. I doubt he has much memory of her. And at the end, she didn't have much memory of him.
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