Lessons in Grief, Part 2

A Place to Visit

Up until my mother, Shirley Chester, died and was buried in the Boston area, I never really understood visiting graves.  I wasn’t compelled in any way to go look at headstones with names and dates that would just end up making me sad.  Maybe it’s because I know that’s just a physical place where their body resides but their spirit is beyond that rectangle of earth.  Since I believe that they’re still around, in a mysterious form somewhere beyond the mortal consciousness, I preferred to “pay my respects” by just talking to them and telling them how much I miss them.

Continue reading “Lessons in Grief, Part 2”