Family Visits

By Carlos.

Visiting cemeteries is something very familiar to me. In fact, those were some of the best day trips my mother and I used to take together.

“Lets go and visit our love ones,” she used to say. With flowers in one hand and a picnic basket in the other, we were on our way to celebrate.

The stories she used to share I can’t imagine I will ever forget; I got to know these people as if we would have met. The sadness in her eyes is something I can’t describe, but I could feel her pain each and every day.

The first stop was her mother’s grave and in silence she would pray, give her some fresh flowers and slowly walk way.

As we visited the second grave, she would sit and cry again, longing for a husband who left at an early age.

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