When I left Dad's today, I stopped at the cemetery on my way out of town. This was my first time going to Mom's grave by myself. I knew it was going to be difficult, but I needed to hold Mom's hand. I knelt down where her casket is buried, and placed my palm face down on the ground. It was like those nights when I was younger, lying alone and scared in bed. I'd stretch out my hand and ask God to hold it. After awhile I'd feel the weight of His hand in mine. That's how I felt today w/ my hand resting on Mom's grave. I think when I stop by next I'm going to sit on her lap like I used to just a couple decades ago. I was bigger than her, but there's always something warm and comforting, no matter how old we are, about that kind of closeness. The physical proximity allows for more emotional intimacy. Sitting that close you can't help but talk about more than just the weather or current events.
I bought a solar light today to place by Mom's grave. It's not what I've been looking for, but it will do for now for Mom's little light to shine over Aplington.
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