Mothers Day 2004

May 10, 2004 13:50

This was Cody's first Mom Day without a living mom, so he gave mine some flowers and a card instead. It made her cry. None of my cards and flowers have ever touched her that way. I could count the times I’ve seen my mom cry on my left hand.

We paid his Momma a visit later at the Salt Lake City Cemetery around dusk. I brought her a crimson rose. She’s still in an unmarked grave; the newer patch of grass blanketing the rectangular cut-out is finally healing and stitching into the foundation. We then trudged over a hundred rotting bodies seeking out the needle of Grandma Reed's stone in the haystack, but I couldn't remember where it was as I never visit her.

That cemetery really makes me feel at peace for some reason. I could spend hours there among the dead, staring at weathered flowers and soiled teddy bears and birth dates and death dates doing the math in my head and ruminating over how the person died or what their dreams were. I've always wished they put more of a story on tombstones, seems so sad the only thing you'll eventually be remembered by is a name and a date marking your body and the day it ceased, as if that really has any significance at all.
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