So, this happened today: This morning I went to my parent's church for all saints remembrance service where all members who died in the past year were honored, including my mother. I lit her candle as the bell rang. Then I rode with my youngest brother's family to the unveiling of our oldest brother's grave stone where he was buried last year in the interfaith section of the Jewish cemetery in Iowa City. Several stones had been placed on the grave by visitors during the course of the year. He referred to his practice as being a Judiacising Method(toa)ist. He was a scholar and a long-time peace advocate/activist. His widow is Jewish and they kept a Jewish home. Both their memories are for a blessing. Mother and brother.

 The roses in the upper corners are the symbols of the Rosenbaum family; the bottom images are the likeness of yarrow plants in blossom, Steve's favorite plant.  The dried yarrow stalks are used to cast reading from the I Ching.  He was an avid researcher of I Ching and genealogy.

I returned home and petted the cat, wrote, sipped bourbon and spun some soulful tunes, including this, played at his funeral last October (2015) and again today:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYU17J6Wjzc

In the morning a new day begins.