After September 17, 2015 for me it doesn't matter anymore, and yet I remain "The Keeper of the Flowers" for as long as I can, remembering and placing flowers among those who have passed and gone from me. As I walk among the headstones of all my family passed on, I feel so lost and alone as there are none left. I feel a gentle breeze now and then like a soft touch upon my skin, and I always hope that it is someone reaching out to tell me "It's okay, we're still here". Truly none more so than my Beloved Mom who was my best friend, my touchstone, and my Angel on earth whom I hope loves me still as I forever love her while achingly missing her everyday as time moves on.

After September 17, 2015 for me it doesn't matter anymore, and yet I remain "The Keeper of the Flowers" for as long as I can, remembering and placing flowers among those who have passed and gone from me. As I walk among the headstones of all my family passed on, I feel so lost and alone as there are none left. I feel a gentle breeze now and then like a soft touch upon my skin, and I always hope that it is someone reaching out to tell me "It's okay, we're still here". Truly none more so than my Beloved Mom who was my best friend, my touchstone, and my Angel on earth whom I hope loves me still as I forever love her while achingly missing her everyday as time moves on.