I pass through the cemetery up the hill on my morning walk.
A mound with frozen brown roses and drenched pink ribbons pulls at me.
I peer at the funeral home's temporary sign stuck in the ground this last month.
It is someone I know.
Someone who showed my family hospitality when we were new in the neighborhood.
I remember standing in her kitchen and washing supper dishes.
I am suddenly sad for the loss to her family,
but for this too:
I didn't know she died.
Praying today: For her family.
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