By the time I am driving to the airport that morning to return home to New England, I will have visited my parents' graves in the Garden of Memories. I will have said goodbye to them again and walked along the banks of palmettos in the cemetery.
No other Palm Sunday ever smells quite like the Palm Sundays in New Orleans.
Prayers requested.
Image of New Orleans palmetto from Susanna Powers
3 comments:
prayers granted
Always, my friend. That you can count on.
The prayers were welcome and generous support.
Thank you!
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