On Memorial Day, Ian and I went with my family to visit my mom's grave and put flowers there. The cemetery placed her headstone right before Memorial Day. My dad did a wonderful job picking out the headstone. It was a great day to remember my mom and her life.
I avoided the cemetery for a long time because it all seemed surreal. I didn't want to remember that my mom had died. But, over time the cemetery has become a peaceful place where I like to go and remember her. My grief has turned to just missing my mom at times. I know she is aware of me and our family and is still near in spirit at times. I love remembering her life and memories I have with her.




