This time last year, my mom was in the hospital recovering from injuries she sustained in a serious car accident. My siblings and I felt very blessed she wasn’t more seriously hurt, and the experience brought home the fact that not everyone is able to spend Mother’s Day with their mom.
My husband, for example, lost his mom to cancer when he was only 12. We visited her grave today so he could “say hello.” I couldn’t help but notice how many individuals and families were there, maybe doing the same thing.
I let him have a quiet moment alone and wandered to the far edge of the cemetery where tiny, crumbling grave markers were almost overgrown with grass and weeds.
I tried to spruce them up by pulling out the crabgrass and dandelions around the edges, so you could read the inscriptions. I’m not sure if you can do a good deed for someone who’s not actually here, but I tried. I placed a few yellow dandelion “flowers” on a couple of the older markers dating back to the 1930s and 1940s and wondered what their lives had been like.
The children’s markers were the simplest, and the saddest. One tiny marble cherub was perched atop a block that read: “In loving memory of our dear son. 1946-49 Watch over us.” I thought about the mother and father who’d lovingly chosen the cherub to mark their son’s grave, and wondered how many times they’d stood in that exact spot watching over him.
We spent about an hour there, quietly reflecting on the past but also feeling comforted by the peacefulness of the sun shining through the trees. On a nearby stone was engraved this lovely poem:
If tears could build a stairway
And memories a lane
I’d walk right up to heaven
And bring you home again
If you can, give your mom (or someone else’s!) a big hug today. Happy Mother’s Day, everyone!
P.S. Here’s a video sent to me by a very proud mom (thanks, Nancy!). This is her son’s band Life Like Rockets (love that name!). Enjoy!