|Planting mums and daffodils for Robert.|
After Mass, my sister and I stepped into rubber boots (Wellies as Robert would have called them) and bore the brunt of rain and cold to plant mums and daffodils at Robert's grave in Greenwood Cemetery in Georgetown. The headstone had just been installed. It is an imposing piece of pink granite, Bob's favourite, mined from the Canadian Shield. The deep burgundy mums we planted looked fine against the rough pink stone and I know the bright yellow daffodils will stand beautifully tall in the spring sun next year just as the daffodils on the hill at our home will look next April. Martina and I planted similar flowers at Braden's grave. Father and son united under the heavens.
When we finished planting both of us were completely soaked and covered in mud but we are glad to have taken care of our men and memories as we had. I take Robert with me everywhere I go because I am a better person for having him in my life. There are many days that I feel it is impossible to bear his loss but there are many more that are filled with hope, his lasting gift to me. Robert, I am grateful to you.
Love and gratitude,