Beautiful blog about life and death. I was touched by it. I think you will be too.
Today was the day. The last day. The only one left.
Every year, when my Mom’s lilacs bloom, I bring some to her grave. Usually they bloom around Mother’s Day but I’ve long since given up taking them there on that day. Only reduces me to puddles.
So today was the last day the lilacs were alive. I was tired and it was late in the day. Hot. Rush hour traffic. Long drive with no air conditioning.
But I went.
I found my parents’ grave marker. Like every spring before this one, covered in dirt. Grass and weeds creeping and climbing over the edges.
I always cut back the weeds. I trim the grass. I wash the headstone down. I tell myself that next time I will remember to bring the gold foil paint and touch up some of the spots that have faded over the years.
I cry a…
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