On Wednesday I was in the neighbourhood and visited my parents grave to bring them some spring flower bulbs for Valentines Day. As I approached, I saw that the headstone had just been returned to the grave and that my mother’s name has been added to it…
It is so unreal to see her name there as well. The only comfort I take from that is that she is back with my father at last.
As we continue to deconstruct my parents’ apartment and we slowly pack up our life in our current house, spring seems to also be arriving in our front garden as a daffodil, crocusses and tulips pop up in our garden pots…
Spring flowers are a sign of new life… Seems very symbolic to me right now, whether I’m ready for this new life or not.