Yesterday was a rough day for me. I took flowers to the cemetery – a bouquet of white daisies and red roses, my mother’s favorites. I stayed, sitting on a bench near her grave for about an hour, thinking about her life, and how different my life is now that she is gone. I watched other people come and go to their own family grave sites and leave flowers and said hello to a few of them as they walked by.
I tried to get my sister to go with me, but she wouldn’t go. She said she gets too emotional at the cemetery. I really would have appreciated the company, but I told her I understood. I’m glad the weather was nice, and the cemetery was pretty, so at least it wasn’t all wet and gloom, but still it was a rough day.