Experience is a Doorway, Not a Final Destination- Oswald Chambers

Tuesday, May 11

Ice Cream and Headstones

This last Sunday was the first Mother's Day that we celebrated after losing dad.  He used to plan the day. We knew it would be a rough one so decided to do something different. 

We made quiche and parfaits for brunch for my mother.  Instead of going to Pokagon State Park, like we had planned, my mom wanted to go to the cemetery where her mother was buried and peruse the headstones.

It may seem sacrilegious for some, but we bought ice cream and we ate it while we walked among the headstones of those who have gone before us.  I only mention this because as I was thinking about my family's life over the last year and a half, it is like we have been walking in a graveyard full of death and are forced to act as if everything is normal - eating ice cream on the graves of those we have lost.

Sometimes we have no choice but to move forward and live life although everything around us seems so bleak.  Don't let the shadows of the past keep you from enjoying the sweet things that life has to offer.


Anonymous said...

Great insight, Allison. So very true!

From your cemetery-cruisin' momma

Kathy (Pearson) Troyer said...

Thank you, Allison, for being so honest. Hugs to you. We need to get together. What about next Monday night?