Yesterday (October 1) was the 3rd anniversary of Grandma’s death. I had a plan in mind for the last few weeks of what I would do. I was fortunate in that I didn’t have to work. I wasn’t teaching or babysitting. I slept in, ran a couple errands, and went to the cemetery.
I had with me the list of hymns that we sang at Grandma’s funeral. I sat on a blanket at the gravesite, singing for about half an hour. It was very peaceful, there was a slight breeze, the temperature was a comfortable 75, the birds were chirping and leaves were falling. It was very serene. I don’t think I even saw a car drive by.
I felt sad, and thankful, and hopeful. I thought about the time in high school when I was given a writing prompt. I don’t remember all the details, but I wrote about someday when my Grandparents were gone, how I would see them again in Heaven. I distinctly remember feeling sad and thinking, the only way I can cope with this loss will be knowing that we can be reunited someday. That was a good 10-15 years before either of them passed.
I prayed and enjoyed the sun for a few moments longer and then I left.
It was simple. It was peaceful. It was just what I needed.
Redheaded Jill 
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