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We loaded up the truck and headed to Franklinton this morning to spend the day with family giving thanks and to visit my mom’s grave and change her flowers to winter peonies from the faded sunflowers that have been there since Mother’s Day. Part of me was born from that land – the summers spent at my grandmother’s digging through the hay in the barn, washing horses with Prell shampoo, picking watermelons out of the patch and eating them on the side porch along with ice shavings from the huge freezer.

I miss my grandmother, my mother, and the little girl who still remembers the smell of those puppies born in the barn, the grass freshly mowed, and my grandmother’s feather bed.

Thankfully, my aunt and her family have recreated that same vision down to her green thumb for my son, Tin. My cousin Brian has Dr. Doolittle’s farm with a goat name Julio, a donkey name Jenny, a horse name Skip, and bulls, sheep and cows galore. And the best news yet – one more animal is being added to the mix – Loca! Yes, that’s right he wants Loca. A match made in heaven.

After we family’d, feast’d, and finished, we headed over to my mom’s grave and did our tradition – we played Love is My Religion, changed her flowers, and sprinkled a little beer on her grave. Tin ran out the gate and wouldn’t let us out till we gave him the password. We tried all the different ones we could imagine and he said, “Dog.”

My mom told me the sign she would send me was dog – unspecified – just dog – and Tin has an uncanny ability to channel her. Dog is the password. Dog was the word of the day.

The trip back across the lake was like floating home on an ocean of love and joy. A good time was had by all.

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