We Buried my mom on a grey November afternoon. The last day of November, actually, and people from a life that seemed so far away were in attendance even though we were several states away from Maine where she lived most of her adult life. All except for one. The only one that mattered to me.
The sheer amount of flowers and well wishes was a good reminder of how loved she was. Not only by me but by everyone that was part of her life. There were enough sunflowers to brighten even the cloudiest day, carrying with them her light and love throughout the space.
Once all was said and done, I stood beside her gravesite, alone. I received a couple of different offers to give me a ride back home, but I didn't want to go home yet. I couldn't bring myself to leave her. It was as though letting my feet leave this section of cold green earth I was really saying goodbye. She was really gone. So I stood.
