azalea 39480

Sounds like a street address, eh? Well, it's our son's flower - seen in a tree that my mother brought to us in his honor - and our son's number from CSI. His ashes. No name, just a number. Presented to us in a ziplock bag, in a tiny white box.

I spent the morning with as much of Johannes as I could. Myself, his ashes, and his tree: basking in the sun. Our first picnic.