The Bridge
This is the photo my dad kept on his office desk.  It was his favorite.  Michelle is on a wooden Japanese bridge at Rose Hills.  My dad took pictures of my brother and me standing on this very bridge when we were children.  Rose Hills cemetery is where we visit my grandfather, my aunt Sachiko... and now my dad.  I hope they're with us whenever we visit the old bridge.  It's interesting that I've been on this bridge numerous times, and I can't recall a single time I've actually fully crossed it.  For now, I'm happy to just stand on it and quietly watch the koi fish swim.  Crossing it will be for another day. 
 
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