Day 563: Resting in peace

I’ve heard about vandals defacing cemeteries but I’ve never actually seen it with my own eyes until this weekend.

My husband and I brought some Easter flowers to his parents’ final resting place and in one section of the cemetery, a whole row of grave markers had been toppled over. Other stones had picture inserts gouged out of them like missing eyes. Sad.

It had been a blustery day and some of the floral tributes and arrangements had blown over. So I walked around, and as I took note of the names and poignant final messages on the stones, I managed to put some of the flowers back in place.

I’m sure they’ve blown over again now, but then again, maybe not.

Came across this beautiful story on the website and thought I’d share it with you:

Quiet Acts of Kindness
by writingmomma

I work at a Care Center where most of the people are elderly. About a year and a half ago a 59 year-old lady came to us who had cancer. She had to have her right leg amputated and she didn’t have a family to take care of her after the operation.

This lady was a quiet lady who mostly stayed to herself. But in the afternoons, when she was feeling well, she would go visit the other residents in the home. She would visit a lady who was blind and read to her. She would go into the room of a young girl with severe cerebral palsy and sing to her. In her quiet gentle way, she would go about the Care Center doing good.

She passed away last Wednesday and after her passing, stories are coming forward of her quiet acts of kindness in her own hour of sorrow.

We never know what impact we have upon others. She had every reason to be bitter, to be angry, or to be swallowed up in her own grief.  But she wasn’t. She didn’t have a family and probably felt forgotten, but her small and quiet acts of service made an impact upon the entire Care Center.

Each of us are better people for having known her. We have pledged to be more aware of the service that we can offer to others.

P.S. A beautiful song and painting. Enjoy!


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