This post is a bit late, because the news came shortly after my grandma passed away and right before Matthew's graduation from law school. I read this poem, originally published at Verse Wisconsin, at my grandma's funeral.
I can't believe it's still May-- it seems like a year has gone by in the past few weeks. For Memorial Day weekend, we attended our niece's first birthday party, visited my mom, and headed up to the woods. It was Phoebe's first time in Pickerel, where I spent all of my weekends growing up. It was so good for all of us to eat s'mores and leave for a while.