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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 78,118
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 78,118
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..when I visit my mum, I often go with her to visit her mum and dad's grave...not so much to pay respects for me but more that it's a time when she reminisces about them and about her childhood etc and I never knew my grandma/she died when I was a baby so I love to hear my mum's stories is the reason really and that's the time she talks most about some things../and weirdly it's just her and I time and getting to know my mum before she was my mum as well...I've only ever visited my dad's grave one time and it so much made me feel that he wasn't there/all that was there were his ashes but that's not him...and I hate the fact that my mum feels a link to where his ashes are so that she is disabled from living a life without him and moving closer to those who love her/the living who love her...which would be moving away from his grave...people we love/have loved and have had great meaning in our lives are in our hearts and in the things we are/they're a part of us so they're with us wherever we are always so I don't personally feel the need to visit a place of burial of a body or ashes etc...
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