This day stays mostly in flashes.
A snap of a white dress,
My beautiful cousin laughing in it.
A glimpse of a sunset,
magically cliche as it sank into the lake.
A brief wave of white Christmas lights,
and barefooted dancing on wood floors.
And before even this
there was a walk.
A walk between some kids now past eighteen.
Each with their own wine glass,
though each was sampled by all.
Even Jacob, who is half past fourteen.
And they all shared laughs
as they shared stories,
while they wondered down the crooked path
tucked into the crisp hay field.
And they shared blood
every hour of every day not just that day.
But they could all feel it pumping,
on that evening in October.