A town
alive in a celebration of maple syrup and its goodness. It was full
of life under an azure spring sky until the procession began to wind
its way through.
Most
streets were blocked yet the solemness was not lost as vehicles
pulled over, turned on lights and some drivers made the sign of the
cross as we passed by.
Their
acknowledgement of a dear departed soul on her final journey was not
lost amongst the mourners accompanying her along the way. I whispered
“thank you” for their consideration.
Out to
the country and onto an ancient road we travelled. A dirt road trod
by many over the centuries, bordered by fields waiting seed, a
rushing brook and stone mills.
This was
her final home, in a loving cared for cemetery on a hill overlooking
those same fields she once ran through, and next to the school house
where she learned the A, B, C's a century ago.
She now
rests beside her husband where the morning sun will shine upon them
united once again, forever.
If this is your loss, I am so sorry... Michelle
ReplyDelete'Thank you Michelle, Neice was the mum of a dear friend. She was a wonderful woman. I felt I had to give her homage.
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