I visit the graves of my mom/dad/brother and sister in law, along with my great aunt and some other people I have no idea who they are, on Christmas and Easter. it is near where I used to live, my childhood neighborhood from where I moved several years ago. It is not safe to go there alone anymore, so I always have to have Mike go with me. I check to make sure everything is in order. I don't like doing it, but I do it out of respect and to let Mom know that she wasn't right; that I would visit her grave. I feel sad there as most people do, but it also reminds me of all the loss that my family has suffered; uncles and aunts that my kids will never know.
I visit the graves of my mom/dad/brother and sister in law, along with my great aunt and some other people I have no idea who they are, on Christmas and Easter. it is near where I used to live, my childhood neighborhood from where I moved several years ago. It is not safe to go there alone anymore, so I always have to have Mike go with me. I check to make sure everything is in order. I don't like doing it, but I do it out of respect and to let Mom know that she wasn't right; that I would visit her grave. I feel sad there as most people do, but it also reminds me of all the loss that my family has suffered; uncles and aunts that my kids will never know.
I think there is a certain comfort in it, Debbie, feeling a connection to those we have lost. I am glad you do it, even though it is hard.
Beautiful piece about a beautiful practice that has all but faded away. thank you for the reminder of how important it is to remember.
Angie, thanks for your thoughts on this practice. It is important to remember those that have gone before us, a connection to both God and humanity.