A year ago today, my father passed on after suffering a heart attack. I don't visit the tombstone as I find it cold and well, dead. I don't care to remember him that way. My memories though not all good, involve life and feelings and emotions. And I can take them wherever I go or place them somewhere safe.
Four years ago today, my sister passed on after a tragic and unexpected vehicle accident. Gone was the sister, wife, daughter, and mother full of so much life just seconds prior. Her tombstone is next to Dad's. I still don't visit. My memories of Di live every day in that beautiful red-headed little girl she left behind, and in my mind when I choose to visit them. Or when they flood back in unprepared moments.
I love you Dad. I love you Dianna.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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2 comments:
this is a very nice post. i have always felt that one should remember life not death. i will not have a grave or grave stone. the only people i want to remember me are the one's who have know me in life. i really appreciate your thoughts about a grave being "dead". i am sorry for your lose, but am pleased that you are able to move forward and remember the joy, the smiles and the lovely memories that you were previledged to have shared with both of them.
I'm so sorry for your losses. I don't blame you for not going to the cemetary. Remembering them is so much nicer.
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