It's been a year now since my dad passed away.
My aunt Cathy was kind enough to arrange for my dad to be mentioned in a prayer ceremony at her Buddhist Temple.
My mother, sister Marie, Michaela and I went to the temple to participate in the ceremony.
After the prayers, we went to the cemetary to visit my dad's gravesite.
It started to pour rain as we got to the cemetary. It reminded me of last year when we buried my father and the day of the funeral. We buried my father on a day similar to day, the rain pouring out of the sky one moment and clear the next.
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