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Some anniversaries are joyful. Others are simply meaningful. And others are meaningful with a touch of sad.
The weekend of No Kings marked the second anniversary of Mike’s (my husband’s) passing. If Mike hadn’t been born a political protester, he was one by the time I met him as a young man. He kept that drive alive for the next six decades. So it seemed fitting to commemorate the anniversary of his death by taking him (well, just his likeness and a spoonful of his ashes) to the March 28 rally on the Mall in Washington, D.C.

His daughter (and mine) flew home to make the Fight On poster (see above) with a photo (below) of Mike at a protest rally some eight years ago. Then we headed downtown.

As the crowd gathered on the Mall and the speeches began, as the worst moments of the Trump presidency were called out to a roaring crowd, my daughter and I took turns holding our poster high to make sure Mike’s presence was counted. We also found a discreet place near a large tree overlooking the Capitol to dig a teeny tiny hole and leave a teaspoon of his ashes.

Bringing Mike to No Kings made the Second Anniversary of his passing more meaningful and less sad. There was a joy in it. We did right by him.

So here’s to our grown children. Not mine in particular. All of our grown-up children and the issues that have surfaced in this blog. However much we may fret about them, disagree about their life choices or wonder what they’re thinking when they opt for a tattoo or purple hair, it doesn’t matter. When they are here for us if we need them, count us fortunate ones.