Day in the Park

 After work today, my sister and I will put our beach chairs in the car and drive to a beautiful park. We will open them up and sit there surrounded by trees and birds. The park is usually silent, so you can hear your own thoughts. We want to relax and spend time reminiscing about life. This beautiful park is named Beth David Cemetery. Yes, we are bringing beach chairs to a cemetery. Who says we can't? We want to have a peaceful visit with our mother. We do not want to just stand there, looking down at the grave. We want to be eye level with her headstone. That is how a normal visit is, face to face, equal footing. We will talk and laugh and cry. In the Spring we are planning a picnic there. Why does a cemetery visit need to be somber? In life, our relationship with our mother was always happy. Why should it be any different in death?