To fulfill a promise made almost a year ago, Anna, Margaret and I loaded up and headed to the middle of nowhere Mississippi. With Candy (box) and Bill’s (shell) ashes riding shotgun, we headed out.
GPS took us right there.
Roughing it in the SUVs.
It looked much the same but more grown up.
A spread worthy of Candy. She was the master picnicker.
Terrible selfie
Awaiting interment, alongside fortifying champagne.
Anna was our digger.
Here they lie. Together forever.
We settled in for our picnic. All that was missing was Candy.
On Lucy’s advice I tried this place. Great!
It was such a peaceful lovely place. And this is a totally true unembellished story. Although hyperbole was a Candy tradition. We saw at least 5 types of butterflies and several duplicates. They fluttered over and around us! Glad Candy could join us.
Dessert was a Tootsie pop Margaret brought. Good dipped in champagne.
As we were packing up I spotted some Devil’s urn mushrooms on the ground.
Well I guess both sides of Candy were represented. Angel and Devil.
I WAS TEARING UP WHEN I FINISHED READING (TWO TIMES) YOU CAPTURED TRUE LOVE FOR A DEAR FRIEND, LONG LIVE THE MEMORY OF HER WONDERFUL YET ZANEY LIFE. MOM
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