As a child there was the pilgrimage to the cemetery a couple times a year. The younger years involved planting a plant at the head stones of those whose journey led them from us. As time progressed it was plastic items and a list of rules that limited what could respectfully adorn the stone. I have an appreciation for the art that is a head stone. I enjoy reading the stones and picturing the people they now represent. I have taken my children to see the headstone of my father ,sister and others that have impacted my life. We did the family reunion stroll to look at the many family names that now rest below the well manicured grass and trees. I do not however go there often. If you do not know me , my house is filled with animals, plants and people. My decor is early barn, enhanced with the pictures of all the people who have shared me journey. Memorial day is a time to honor those who have journeyed on before us. A time when people adorn the stones of loved ones. Honorable markers for military and those cherished by all who knew them. In my reality every day is Memorial day. If you are like me you walk each day not only with their memories , but with the parts of them that made you whole. Daily, the pictures remind me of those who have gone. No trip to the cemetery is needed as I have their reflections in every room. Honor and mourn those who have stepped into the next journey before you. Let their memories shine within you, tell their stories and the ways they shared your smiles and tears. More than once a year reflect, let the fire in your heart carry the embers of their torch. Today and every day memorialize them in the good deeds done and the stories shared. No stone can bear witness to the amazing life of family and friend . You carry their torch, till our journeys cross again. Tell stories of their life and moments shared. In this way their torch and soul carries on till it once again merges within the flame that is you…. Land of Rose
I appreciate modern technology and all the advances it brings to health and safety. I am saddened by the loss of human socializing that has disappeared in it’s wake. I grew up in a society where you spoke to everyone, eye to eye, person to person. You couldn’t wait to go to school or join sports or a club so you could hang with friends. You knew most weekends would involve a visit to, or from a cousin, aunt or grandparent. No matter what you thought of your parents opinion you stood silently as they talked. Today’s world there are teenagers who verbally and openly question the thought that the parent thinks they know everything. Parents , the menace that tortures children and imprisons teens. I fully expect my children to think I’m clueless till they are 30 or 40. I to in the teen years felt my mom and dad had no clue about the world. They liked to nag, and chose to make a miserable life of slavery and drudgery my future. I at 49 ( took till 30 to start to comprehend) realize that parents often make choices and request that seem unfair. As the mother bird shoves her babies from the nest, parents to must push. We need to stand up if criticized, stand strong in the face of accused injustice. It is hard at times and weighs heavy on my heart. I now know why mom seemed so tired, it wasn’t just the job she had before coming home to us. It was (as i look back now) the job of taking care of us. Many a time when asked to do chores, simple things like dishes of trash there would be complaining . Some times she’d say don’t talk back and do it, we all have to help out. Others times she would just look down and then do it herself. Memories now vivid, I can see she wasn’t just tired, there was a sadness. A good mother pushes her child so they can grow and become adults that lead healthy productive lives. There are however days when moms are truly just tired. Tired of being wrong, tired of pushing and getting nothing but flack. Wondering if indeed had you raised them right, would you have to argue for help. Does a mother fail when no one wants to carry the burden of home and food. I’m not sure which is worse the fact you have to beg for help( my moms term). Maybe the fact you just figured they would want to help. Possibly wanting to ease the load of their mother, with one carrying for 3 now adults. Cell phones in hand and pods or pads whatever they are. Conversations carried out with our thumbs, rudeness to parents. There is an air of entitlement in today’s world. So many things have changed since the days of my teens. But one thing remains, the silent hurt on a mothers heart when disrespected. But as with any mom, tiny comments can hit close. Even when you know you will need to stand your ground . If only to help them continue to become the wonderful people they are destined to be. Much like the pain of labor this to will pass. Oh how I rattle on, I should be I must go as I have a load of laundry on the line, and dishes. I look down and say, don’t worry I got it, yes that’s sarcasm.
It was a joke in our family that most children would play with the box the toy came in longer than the much anticipated toy. Life is that way, as I grow older I realize we overlook the true meaning of “life is a gift”. It is not a gift that once opened, there is suddenly joy and fun. It is more like the empty cardboard box that most of us enjoyed as children. Life is only wonderful when you, yourself fill it. Find your curiosity in life, search for love . Enjoy the natural beauty of not only the land but the people and animals that share it with you. Find the same excitement you have opening a Christmas present, when you are caught in a sudden spring rain. Let your eyes sparkle in the reflections of spring lightning as it rips thru the sky. Know the greatest gift you have received is the ability to learn, grow and share. You are not only, the gift to others, but they are yours. Fill your world with appreciation and the wondrous beauty that can be, will follow. Land of Rose….