Yesterday was a rough day for me.\u00a0 I took flowers to the cemetery – a bouquet of white daisies and red roses, my mother’s favorites.\u00a0 I stayed, sitting on a bench near her grave\u00a0for about an hour, thinking about her life, and how different my life is now that she is gone.\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n
I tried to get my sister to go with me, but she wouldn’t go.\u00a0 She said she gets too emotional at the cemetery.\u00a0 I really would have appreciated the company, but I told her I understood.\u00a0 I’m glad the weather was nice, and the cemetery was pretty, so at least it wasn’t all wet and gloom, but still\u00a0it was a rough day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday was a rough day for me.\u00a0 I took flowers to the cemetery – a bouquet of white daisies and red roses, my mother’s favorites.\u00a0 I stayed, sitting on a bench near her grave\u00a0for about an hour, thinking about her life, and how different my life is now that she is gone.\u00a0 I watched other … <\/p>\n