
Their grave rests in Maryrest Cemetary. I haven’t visited in a while–never mind how long. Why do I need to see their stone to remember them?
All I have to do is mow the lawn, and Dad offers me his unsolicited advise on where to plant peach trees. All I need to do is sit at Mom’s old desk, and she asks me where I left my wine glass.
We shared a house with them both for seven years, and with my mother for five more. The downstairs lay uninhabited for a year after she died. We didn’t reclaim the family room until Christmas time, 2017. Our home remains a memorial to them.
So why do I wonder about that grave? Why do I entertain those “I ought to…” thoughts about planting fresh flowers, or placing a wreath-cover in the winter? Why do I wonder…and still not visit?
Memorial Day
a shadow falls on the words
“forever in our hearts”
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