Taiko and Fire

The list of people to memorialize grows just a bit each year. In the past, I attended the Lantern Festival for the lights on Hibiscus Pond, the Taiko drumming, and the incongruous bagpipes. Three years ago, my friend J# died unexpectedly and the event took on much more meaning as a ritual for those who had left us in the last year.

This year my oldest friend watched her father die.

Ned, this year was yours. I'm sorry it was so soon.