It’s Labor Day again, and it always has a peculiar affect on me. I read this post, which I had sent out last year, and couldn’t find a way to improve on the thoughts and emotions that would accompany Joanie and my annual Labor Day trip to the cities. I still miss them.
Labor Day Weekend 2014
I wrote this last year on the Labor Day weekend, and tonight, on the eve of this weekend that signals the end of summer, I sit here and reflect on what those weekends meant to me. Melancholy has a way of creeping into my brain on the eve of this weekend. On this night, chances are Joanie and I would have been on the road headed for Minneapolis and St. Paul with a stop in St. Cloud at Joe and Joni’s. I read this again, and really couldn’t think of much I would change about it, so I post it again as a reflection on happier times.
Both Joanie and my youngest sister, Joni are both gone now, and I think that adds to the bittersweet remembrance that comes to me every year about this time.
It was our weekend for years.
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