So, there we were at 1 o'clock this afternoon. Eleven members of the family, gathered at my mother's graveside. A few minutes before, a year ago, my mother had suddenly passed away. The sun beamed down, the mercury was at the 70F mark and gentle breezes stirred the leaves on the trees in the cemetery. Flowers were left in vases, the variety that have a pin to stick them in the ground with. Pots of flowers were also left, if only because my mother was fond of plants and flowers.
A year has passed. It went by so quick in retrospect. Yes, I miss my mother, and I'm not denying that for one second. But I have good memories to hold on to, to counterbalance the sad ones.
The Shell Gallery
This is the archive of The Shell Gallery blog, which was active between 2008 and 2018. It is dedicated to the memory of my mother, who died in May 2008, and to that of my father, who passed away in August 2022. 
The Watch Tower stands to the north, overlooking the open Heathlands
The Shell Gallery also refers to the island of Vlieland, which has zillions of shells on its beaches.
2 comments:
Sadly I am all to familiar with those vases of flowers that stick in the ground. My parents, my husband, my little grandson...time goes by and we miss them, but I like you do have some wonderful memories too. My sympathies.
That one-year mark is very real and very important. I think you have done a really good job grieving, and from what you've written it sounds like your father is doing well, too. I'm glad so many members of your family were able to be there today.
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