A Different Day

Driving home after coffee with a friend today, I passed the cemetery. This is where the ashes of my late husband were put so many years ago.

I am not in the habit of visiting the cemetery. I don’t need to go there to feel near my DYS; he is here with me all the time. But today I was attracted to the place.

As it is so long since I have been there, I had to find out from the staff where he was. Once before when I went there, I told the woman I had lost my husband – but before I could explain she took me into the office and offered tea and tissues.

So today, I was very clear, explaining that it was a while since I had visited. So with map in hand, I found him.

 

it was a lovely day and a beautiful place to sit in quiet contemplation, thinking of all the years we had together, and the years I have spent without him.

It will probably be several years before I go back, but it was a lovely way to spend an hour on a sunny, autumn afternoon.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions,
they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.
But no one can ever take away your precious memories.”
Judith Baxter, Mother, ‘Grandmother, Sister,
Aunt and Friend

 

 

 

13 responses to “A Different Day

  1. Heartwarming post, Judith. Hugs.

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  2. It is so special that you have kept him in your heart all these years. A very lovely post. ā¤

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  3. Thanks for sharing your visit to your DYS. It is a beautiful place to remember your life together as you have those memories in your heart not matter where you go. Time has healed your pain and you can smile at the memories.

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  4. I laughed as I read the part about losing your husband in the cemetery. I read it aloud to our house guest, a young widow, and she laughed, too. Thank you for our moments of amusement.

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