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I’ve always loved mowing the grass.

Grass clippings.
Grass stains.
…and the smell!

I thought it was because it’s an accomplishable task.
All too often, those are hard to come by!

I thought it was because I could see my progress.
Don’t we all need those days?

I thought it was because it’s precious time outside.
Something I always need.
Always.

But it’s more than that.
It’s the time.
The time to think.
The time to ponder.
The time to remember.

Today – as I have every Spring for the past 6 years –
I thought of a friend from my childhood.

6 years ago, he stood on my yard – patchy from my (failed) attempts to rid it of stickers before we hosted the class reunion –
And teased me mercilessly about my landscaping skills.
I slugged him in the arm.
He wrapped me up in a hug.
And we laughed a laugh from across the years….

And a week later, he was gone.
Massive heart attack.
At 43….
Too young.
Too soon.
Too, too sad.

But somehow, someway,
Every time I mow the yard,
I remember only the good times.
The laughs,
The smiles,
The teasing….

I’ve always loved mowing the grass.

Grass clippings.
Grass stains.
The smell.

But, more than that,
The memories….

Then sings my soul….

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