The music heard throughout is a recording of the bagpipe introit "Amazing Grace" performed at Mother's Memorial Service in January and again at her Committal Service in late April.
The Gerber daisies sitting atop her grave are but a few of the artificial flowers which were eventually suspended from the ceiling directly over Mother's nursing home bed when she was no longer able to walk and, thus, to work in her gardens. She truly loved these flowers ~ artificial or not.
The beautiful flowers surrounding the central family marker were planted by our sister in the days leading up to Mother's Committal Service. After scrubbing each of the family markers clean, our sister wanted nothing less than to make certain another beautiful garden ~ of sorts ~ awaited Mother at her final resting place alongside four generations of her family.
The gardener made assurances the flowers would survive but a week; Sister was prepared for this eventuality.
No one could have been more surprised, however, to arrive at Mother's burial site to discover that her pansies had not only survived ~ they are thriving!
I don't know how anyone could have doubted this outcome;
Surely, Mother had a hand in all of this!
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
We love and miss you ... to the moon and back!
Should you go first and we remain
to walk the road alone,
we'll live in memory's Garden Mom,
with the happy days we've known.
In Spring we'll wait for roses red,
when faded, the lilacs blue.
In early Fall when brown leaves fall
we'll catch a glimpse of you.
We'll hear your voice, we'll see your smile,
though blindly we may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy us with hope.
Should you go first and we remain,
one thing we'll have you do:
Walk slowly down that long long path,
for someday we'll follow you.
We want to know each step you take,
so we may take the same.
For someday down that lonely road
you'll hear us calling your name.
