Friday, August 3, 2018

A Day Well Spent


I drove out of town shortly after ten o’clock this morning, heading east after the most brutal morning sunrays slanted higher. My drive took us around four hours to reach an old familial cemetery plot. As planned I took seashells to my mother’s gravesite in lieu of flowers or a United States flag, another consideration due to her lifelong patriotism.


As for the silk flowers in the photo, I’ve no idea who left them. I hope these seashore memorial offerings will hold up well. She and I gathered shells together on the North Carolina shore many years ago. Any that blow away will in the future, I hope, not just puzzle but make other visitors smile in curiosity.

Mom Loved Windmills
A nearby neighbor waved as we left. How Nice is That?

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8 comments:

  1. It looks like she's had some other visitors, then. Do you have any siblings?

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    1. We have many family and friends who loved her. ~smiles~ Hard to say who this could be. Perhaps it's a nearby cousin. Some are closer, many almost as far away as me.

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  2. How sweet. Mom and dad place seashells at mom's dad's grave. She and dad moved to North Carolina after her dad passed away and she misses him dearly. They always visit his grave when they make the trip to New England.

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    1. Oh, I love North Carolina! That's where these shells were gathered. ~hugs~ Be well, sweet Cleo.

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  3. I'm glad you got the shells there, that's really nice.

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    1. Thank you. I felt better afterward, having seen her memorial stone in person. Be well!

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  4. What a lovely day indeed. She's smiling down at you right now.

    Have a fabulous weekend, my friend. ♥

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