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.
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It looks like she's had some other visitors, then. Do you have any siblings?
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
DeleteHow 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.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love North Carolina! That's where these shells were gathered. ~hugs~ Be well, sweet Cleo.
DeleteI'm glad you got the shells there, that's really nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I felt better afterward, having seen her memorial stone in person. Be well!
DeleteWhat a lovely day indeed. She's smiling down at you right now.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous weekend, my friend. ♥
You're very kind. Thank you!
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