In response to graveyard visits. Our loved ones are as much in their graves, urns and niches as our feet are in the sock drawer.
It’s a good place of focus. I like to talk to my dad’s stone but he isn’t in there he’s in my head all the time. I can imagine his reactions to things he would never of seen during his lifetime. I hear his humour. I can sense what he approves of and what he doesn’t.
If anything death has brought us closer but it takes time to adjust to the new kind of relationship.
It was the anniversary of his death day last week so he has been in my thoughts more than usual recently and he too had to go through Cancer. It’s not a winning idea.