|I decided to walk to the cemetery, where I was planning on meeting up with my mom, Roslyn, and my sister, Vivian. I wanted to take pictures of flowers because I love the colors and shapes and smells of flowers. Also, the flowers reminded me of my dad. During his last summer, he often said that he really loved the garden that I had planted. I am grateful that I was able to give him something beautiful to experience when he was so ill. He had cancer. At the time, no one realized how ill he was with cancer. Since then, I have always decorated a luminaria at Relay for Life in his memory, so that, for one night a year, his name would shine brightly, surrounded by so many others.
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May his memory be Eternal
Wonderful post, Alice. And an even more wonderful experience you had at the cemetery. The flowers are beautiful — and you're right — keep telling those stories. Our grief stories not only keep the memories alive, but they help us in our recovery and healing process.
Thank you, Ellen and Eydie. I am so grateful for having had the experience and the memories. Thank you for coming to visit my blog and for commenting.