We have just arrived home, had an absolute ball in the cemetery ~ started Thursday night when I was looking everywhere to buy some plastic flowers to take for the 3 graves, couldn't find any so decided to pick some of my own beautiful roses and take them with me. Picked them and popped them in containers of water, prepared the aluminum foils to wrap them in, put them in a insulated bag ready for the long journey into hot dry land.
When we drove up to Mum's grave (which still only has the white wooden cross as we are waiting for the headstone) there sitting in the middle of the 'road' was a beautiful, new bunch of plastic flowers that had obviously blown over and out of their container. I put them back in their box, and popped them in front of Mum's cross, took some photos and then put them to the side. I didn't want anyone thinking we had stolen their flowers, but it was just such a wonderful sight that I had to make the most of it.
We put our little posies of our red and white roses in front of the cross, went to my Grandfather's grave, and put in his posies, and took a few photos.... Then walked over to the tiny grave of my sister and put our little posy into the little duck that is sitting on her grave, the little pot for the flowers!! I have already shared the photo of Jill's grave on FB and will upload the others as I get time.
My daughter has no regrets that she shares her birthday with the day her Grandfather 'gave up his ghost'; she thinks of it as a double celebration. It was a grand trip, Skom, and will remain in my memories forever. I am also happy to have shared the experience in here, before and after, because it is giving me the excuse to relive it!
Take care, and may GOD Bless us all, we are indeed all HIS Children, Serah
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My family used to say no one is truly dead as long as someone lovingly remembers them.