20 April 2014
A Visit to the Cemetery
I use to go to the cemetery quite often. I have memories of going with my daughters so many times. And with my sister when she was in town. I also went with my Dad. I remember when the gravestones were delivered after my Mother died, we went to work on my Mom’s grave. After planting flowers, I went to the spigot to get some water for the plants and as I was walking back towards my Mother’s grave, there sat my Dad – on his own gravestone as it stood on its side. I couldn’t help but laugh and say to him “Dad, how many people get to sit on their own gravestone?” It was a special memory I shared with him. It was sad being there but the moment was special. That is how it was with my Dad. We shared our humor so often and for that I am blessed.
Feeling ashamed that I don’t visit their graves very often anymore, I was flooded with emotions about my parents and how I miss them. I wish they could have been with me to watch my daughters grow up and see them get married. I wish they could have known my grandsons and granddaughter. I just have to believe that they have been “here” through the years.
Our loved ones live on – in our memories. That is how we keep them alive. ♥
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