Family and Memories
Good Morning Peoples,
I hope this finds you all well and good on a beautiful Saturday morning. I'm drinking a cup of coffee and doing some reflecting.
My brother, sister and I went to the cemetary on Thursday night in our annual visit to our parent's graves. We dutifully make it look pretty by triming around the stones, digging up dirt and planting live flowers, and triming the trees. This has been a yearly ritual for me every since I was a young child - going to the cemetary with my mother to spruce it up for my grandparents.
Since 1991 when my father passed away, my brother and I have gone every year, and more recently, my sister has joined us. I look forward to it every year.
Many people ask me why I look forward to going to the cemetary and do all that work. All I can tell them is....family.
It's a time for those wonderful memories of our parents to come out as we dig, plant, and trim things up. Thursday night I was admonishing my brother for destroying a bird's nest while he was trimming the tree. He said, "yeah, I know...Dad would have scolded me too." We also talked about our grandparents - also buried there - and about the kind of people they were. They died while I was young so I didn't know them, but my sister shared some stories and brought them alive to me. It was the same as a young girl, being with my mother and planting flowers on my grandparent's graves. It was a time of reflection for her - and she shared stories with me then too, so I would know who they were and what kind of people I came from. My heritage.
Family and respect. It's all about family, my good peoples. You care for them while they are living, why wouldn't you want to honor their memory by caring for them while they are gone? Doing something minor such as planting flowers is the least I can do for them giving me a lifetime of memories to pull forward whenever I need to feel close to them.
So - my friendly advice to you this Memorial weekend is.... go honor those who loved you - but visiting the cemetary and maybe planting a flower, or laying a rose on the head stones to let their souls know that although they may be gone,they are never forgotten.
I hope this finds you all well and good on a beautiful Saturday morning. I'm drinking a cup of coffee and doing some reflecting.
My brother, sister and I went to the cemetary on Thursday night in our annual visit to our parent's graves. We dutifully make it look pretty by triming around the stones, digging up dirt and planting live flowers, and triming the trees. This has been a yearly ritual for me every since I was a young child - going to the cemetary with my mother to spruce it up for my grandparents.
Since 1991 when my father passed away, my brother and I have gone every year, and more recently, my sister has joined us. I look forward to it every year.
Many people ask me why I look forward to going to the cemetary and do all that work. All I can tell them is....family.
It's a time for those wonderful memories of our parents to come out as we dig, plant, and trim things up. Thursday night I was admonishing my brother for destroying a bird's nest while he was trimming the tree. He said, "yeah, I know...Dad would have scolded me too." We also talked about our grandparents - also buried there - and about the kind of people they were. They died while I was young so I didn't know them, but my sister shared some stories and brought them alive to me. It was the same as a young girl, being with my mother and planting flowers on my grandparent's graves. It was a time of reflection for her - and she shared stories with me then too, so I would know who they were and what kind of people I came from. My heritage.
Family and respect. It's all about family, my good peoples. You care for them while they are living, why wouldn't you want to honor their memory by caring for them while they are gone? Doing something minor such as planting flowers is the least I can do for them giving me a lifetime of memories to pull forward whenever I need to feel close to them.
So - my friendly advice to you this Memorial weekend is.... go honor those who loved you - but visiting the cemetary and maybe planting a flower, or laying a rose on the head stones to let their souls know that although they may be gone,they are never forgotten.
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