Mr. Boy and I took this rose and baby’s breath to the cemetery this morning and put in on his mother’s grave. We stayed a while talking about all the fun things Mrs. Charm used to do for us on Valentine’s: special breakfasts, lots of candy and cards. I’d buy the flowers.
It was warm but overcast and windy. At least it was quiet since we got there before the church crowd was released and its mourners convened. We plan to go back and do the same on her birthday. Maybe take a small cake and share it between us. I plan to order the stone later this week.
There is no “closure” with the grief over a lost loved one. You just learn to live with it. Creating new rituals is one way of coping. Mr. B. seemed a little less pensive afterwards. We both have a long way to go.