The wind is rustling through the trees and the sound it makes reminds me of a rough sea breaking on the coastline. The clouds are getting darker and there is a chill in the air. I walk along the gravel pathway, and I think about the footsteps of the people who have trodden the same path for more than a quarter of a century. I turn left at the end of the path and continue through the churchyard. As the path continues the grass becomes slightly longer and as I walk I notice gravestones of local families, parents and grandparents of friends I went to school with,until I reach my destination.
For this weekend marks two special dates for me, Sunday is not only Father's Day but would have been my mum's birthday too. I set about tidying away the old flowers and cut the grass around the graveside. Replacing the flowers with two new posies.
It would be very easy to dwell on my loss at times like this, but the wording on the plaque catches my eye. It begins 'Treasured Memories' and that is what I try to do. Celebrate the love and memories that I had and be thankful that I had them in my life for as long as I did. I am totally on my own here, but if anyone were to walk past, they would see a woman talking to herself. I like to use this quiet time 'chatting' to Mum & Dad, telling them our news, asking them to watch over us and sharing any worries that I have. There is an intense feeling of peace in this place and as I continue with my tidying, the sun breaks through the clouds and a shaft of sunlight falls upon the roses. It's as if it were a sign that my words have been heard. It is a simple moment of peace and I straighten up, say my last farewells, tell them I love them one more time and give silent thanks that I was blessed in having two such wonderful people in my life.
This post is written in conjunction with a series of posts by Alexa. Time to share a simple moment in our busy lives. Be sure to pop by there and see who else is joining in.
Your path and time there are very vivid, Debs, and I was touched to read about your relationship with this special place ... The flowers are bright with your love too. Thank you so much for joining in and letting us have a little glimpse of something which means so much to you :).
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful moment of peace,Deb.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful Deb's. I'll be doing the same tomorrow
ReplyDeleteNot really talking to yourself at all x
ReplyDeleteA lovely post, Deb...I always try to be thankful for the memories - they help!
ReplyDeleteAlison xx
This is such a quiet and beautiful moment Deb. thank you for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post Deb - thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteAh, not really talking to yourself. I do just the same when I visit my Gran. A beautiful moment. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteA truly beautiful post x
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post, Deb. xo
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this Debs. It's a lovely moment.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, lovely moment. Very vividly told.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing,
Rinda
A very touching piece of writing x
ReplyDeleteDeb, A beautiful moment shared and I love the photo. I was walking down the path with you and could hear you quietly chatting with your parents.
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