When my mom passed her body was cremated and we chose to bury her ashes on our northern property. She is nourishing a newly planted red maple (red was her favorite color and she loved being outdoors) as we put her ashes in the hole when we planted the tree.
Every year my home town's fire department has a fishermen's getaway and this year it was at a resort near our little slice of heaven. My uncle and mom's brother who is 80 something AND rides a Harley, with 20 of his motorcycle riding friends, drove their bikes to the getaway. Wanting to see our northern property......and where his sister is buried I suspect......he and those friends ventured up to have a look (we were not there at the time). Another fella in the party knew where our property-and where Mom's Tree is- as he and a crew were up awhile back putting up our shed. My uncle said that he was standing by Mom's Tree saying a little prayer when his friend tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a rock that he had found on the property (we had put a few small rocks by Mom's Tree previously). My uncle placed the rock with the other rocks and you know what, I think a new tradition was born.
To whoever may visit us in the northwoods feel free to find a rock and place it, in honor of mom, by her tree. I miss her every day but know she is with us.
1 comment:
cool!
-jes.
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