I had a very deep heart to heart talk with my sister London on the night before we celebrated our mother's birthday. This doesn't happen very often, London is a very happy go lucky lady and will look for the good to focus on and the bad to forgive and forget, I on the other hand am very quick to weep for myself and others. I don't know why we are on the complete ends of the spectrum with our personalities, surprisingly, it helps me love her all the more. She is lovely.
She told me that she didn't understand why I have to go and see my Mom's grave site so often. My reason was quick and simple. I replied that I feel comforted when I go. I cry, I pray, I remember, I breathe, and I am given a time to think. She then asked me if I knew that her spirit wasn't there. I replied on how that is the biggest comfort out there. When I go there, it is confirmed that I know that she is not there. I know that she is working with those that have passed on and is teaching them the Plan of Happiness. I have such a strong testimony of Heavenly Father and his love for all of us. I know that his work is not only in this life. I know that families can be reunited and live together forever. I know that I will see my beautiful Mom again. I miss her with all of my heart and I am so proud that I am my Mother's daughter. I'm happy that I see her in my reflection. I love hearing her in my laugh. I laugh that I have her hands and feet. I'm blessed that I have her forever.
November 12, my Sister's and I went to Cracker Barrel and we celebrated my Mom's birthday. Lera and London are the best sisters anyone could be blessed to have. I love them dearly. I'm so grateful that I have them to lean on.
I read a poem that I really liked. It was written by the very talented Mary E. Frye.
(do not stand at my grave and weep)
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
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3 comments:
Rie I love you, I love mom, and I love how you love mom. What a wonderful tribute and a touching poem. I love it!
I love this! I love that there is a poem for every human emotion, every human experience out there. And I love that you love poetry.
And I think I'll retire the word "love" for the night. :)
This poem is so touching. I'm glad I found your blog through facebook and was able to read it. I too have found myself at loved ones graves quite often and even though I know they're no longer there, it does help to talk to them in the place where their body rests.
I always loved reading your writing in high school, so I hope you don't mind if I read it here as well. My blog is at cristeofrosecottage.blogspot.com if you're interested. I hope all has been going well with you and your loved ones.
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