Visiting Mom

After work today I will visit my mother. Every three months we go to the cemetery to say hello. We go as close to the 20th of the month as we can because she died on the 20th. We will tell her about the family, but she already knows everything. We will look at her name etched in stone and think that is is surreal to see it. We will place rocks on her gravestone and clean any weeds or leaves that we see. I am bringing my own clean rocks as my mother still deserves only the best. It is always cathartic. She is with us every day, but the cemetery gives us a structured place to grieve. We will then go to dinner and be happy, just as she would want us to be.