After I wrote the Mom’s Day blog on Sunday, we headed out for an afternoon White Rock beach walk…but not before a stop at Chris’ wall.
We’ve been there many times by now and although there were no services going on at the time, it was like rush hour at the facility.
At first we didn’t get it and then it became incredibly obvious. Families had come out to remember their Moms and Grandmas. Fresh flowers were everywhere. If it wasn’t a cemetery I would say it was beautiful.
Actually…I take that last comment back. It was beautiful. The beauty was not the marking of death and passing, but rather the symbol of remembrance and respect. I can only imagine, but as people stood by the markers of their loved ones, they were thinking about how that person had affected their own lives and how they would live on to honour and respect that memory.
As we were leaving, a man in his 40’s we guess came with his aging Dad (their physical resemblance was uncanny). They approached the wall and we didn’t see where they went, but we’re pretty sure it was to acknowledge a wife and mother.
Mother’s Day in the cemetery. Hadn’t really thought of it before. As sad as it could be, it was also pretty amazing to see the influence these women had on their families in some cases generations later.
That’s a pretty special legacy.