Yesterday, a dear friend of mine, whom I taught school with 40 years ago, buried her 94 year old mother.
8 years ago today, I buried my 84 year old mother.
Before, I went to the grave side service site, I decided to pay my respects to mother.
I was taught that it is disrespectful to visit other people’s graves,
when you are at the cemetery for another funeral.
I did not want to be disrespectful, but the yearning in my heart to pay my
respect to my mother, overrode a rule that was created many years ago,
by individuals who did not know me and my mother or our relationship.
When I arrived at my mother’s grave site, I immediately noticed a
single perfect purple bloom nestled within the green myrtle ground
cover that blankets her grave. What a “love”ly surprise, myrtle blooms in
late March and April.
Not my father’s, nor my grandparents’ graves had a blossom within the myrtle…
only my mother’s.
The bloom encouraged me to smile and think about the joy and love that
blossoms in my heart whenever I think about my mother!
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