Jack of Harts

The funeral for my mom was good. The pastor spoke well. It was a celebration of the life my mom lived, with emphasis on the fact that we will meet again when our souls take the next step in life. And then we walked across the road to the cemetery. I carried my mom’s ashes past her grand parents and great grand parents. Then I hitched a left and walked over to where her parents and her brother lay. Next I took her to her uncles and aunts. Finally, I walked her over to the grave her brother and I dug the day before. I placed her in the ground, and I shoveled dirt onto her. Her brother shoveled dirt on her. One family member after another shoveled dirt until everything was back in place, and finished with the sod. Then we returned to the church for snacks and drinks. It was good. And it was hard.