One year ago today, we buried my mother in her hometown of Greenville, Pennsylvania. The weather that morning was cool and the sun was trying to come out. My sisters, aunt, and father were there for the graveside service. Some of the most comforting words to me were spoken that morning by the minister and I cried so much that it hurt. I watched as my dad picked up a handful of the earth surrounding her grave and sprinkled it on top of the box holding her ashes. It was an image I will never forget, a closure I wasn't prepared for, and a final good bye that was overwhelming.
I do know my mother is resting and is at peace back home. I often think of her in heaven. My images consists of her in a comfy chair knitting an afghan with our family pets, Lucy and Mini, at her feet. I know she is happy and watching over us all.