I guess it’s true that life goes on.
This winter has been long and cold. Really it has been cold since Richard died. I don’t remember a summer as cool as the past summer was. The grass stayed green the entire time.
And the winter bleakness has lasted very long.
But it seems life is returning.
The pansies we put at Richard’s grave last fall are blooming.
And popping up out of the hole in the ground in front of my mom’s tombstone are crocus. Their yellow blooms promise better things ahead.
We can only hope that life will return to our hearts too.
One response to “Life Returns to the Cemetery”
I planted some perennials on my son’s grave, knowing that I couldn’t be there to change the flowers every year. My sisters helped. I don’t know the name of the beautiful one my youngest sister planted. It was the same flower that grew like weeds when we lived together as a family, my son, my daughter, my Mother and I. It is a great comfort knowing something is there. No words. There is such a hole left in my soul for the loss of my son. He came to me in spirit one night saying ‘hi Mom’ ‘Hi, Mom’ In those words I heard much more than a voice. The inflection of his spirit ….. and things only known to us. People may disblief, but I know if there was a way for my son to come to me, he would, and he did. He knew I believed in Life Ever After. There is a spot for me too. When it is time. How I wanted to go to be with you when you left dear Michael. Now, I wait and live day to day…..living for your Sister for however long I have left…..I always love you as deeply as a Mother can. It is a pain like childbirth only that of an empty soul. How you made me happy…. you were a perfect gift. Always in my heart wherever you are….Momma….