On September 29th, Jon took the day off of work. He told me the day before, and I felt such relief. I hadn't realized how much I had wanted to avoid being alone that day. It marked two years since my two youngest brothers, Josh and Timothy had been killed in a car accident. Last year I was with my family, and we went to the grave together. I remember thinking that that day wasn't as hard as I had expected it to be. It was almost as if the 28th had been harder. This year, again, the actual 29th was not as awful as I feared. I couldn't be with my family in Michigan, but we spend the day together as our new little family. It was good to mark the day with something. I can't talk much more about that at the moment though.
So here is what we did.
I've noticed that we do not have many family pictures. I took this picture at the orchard, and rested it on the hood of the car. The original was quite squee-hawed, but I fixed it here. (he he he, there's a story to that word.)
None of the trees were beautiful. In fact they were quite ugly. They weren't what I had in mind with the Garden of Eden (if that was even an apple anyway). I also had Anne of Avonlea in my head where Anne and that strict headmistress lady are picking apples. That was a pretty tree. The fruit was not shiny and spotless like at the store either. It made me think about they days when kids would bring shiny big apples for their teacher. The reason that was special was because those used to be rather rare! So those were my deep apple ponderings.
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