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.
Turn, but it is where his body is.
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.
Yes, I’ve started to imagine his reactions to this and that. He is in my head as well. Nonetheless, I do like to visit the graves of family no longer with us. I like to show respect there and remember them and leave flowers. My Great Grandfather died before I was born. I think he died before my father was born. But my father remembered going there with my Grandfather and cleaning it up leaving flowers. Years later when Grandfather died, my Dad resumed going to Great Grandfather’s grave and cleaning it up and leaving flowers. He took my brother and I with him. Been doing it once a year since we were kids. My brother stopped going, but I kept going with my father. Now I will take up the task. This year will be very difficult. I know only his body is there, but there is just something about it.
If anything death has brought us closer but it takes time to adjust to the new kind of relationship.
yeah, it is going to take a long time for me to adjust to this.
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.
You have my sympathies, Bingo. Cancer is a horrible thing.
I know the anniversary of my father death(it is still so surreal to me to be writing that), will be very difficult.